There's a wolf headed conjurour in the cross roads
green eyes and alien chant that brought the lightning down
I set my pulse to the great lakes pulse
I set my pulse to an electric pulse
I set my pulse to the short waves pulse
to wreath the moon in a head dress of neon flames
must take concentration from that heavy old bird
blue chicago moon swings like a blade above the midwest's heart
swings like a blade
swing that blade above us
show us how close it can get
show us close you can get
show us how fast we can lose it how bad we're out numbered
set my pulse an electric pulse
set my pulse to the blues
them black sad eyes
if i never see them again tell them goodbye
and i set my pulse to an electric pulse
i set my pulse to the blues
i send my pulse to the vixen's hearts
i concentrate like that heavy old bird
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
