Hard As Nails
Peter Wolf Crier
Hard smiles
Softest voice
Toes they touch the carpet steps
Out the door into the breasts of you
Vagrant Queen...
Show my hands to warmest touch
Whispering as you dress me up, a new bride to be
Down the isle our side walk calls
A clergy of empty cars
Cold night, Silent priest
Clearing cracks walking tall
Promise you the moon and stars climbing rooftops of shopping malls
Big you, Little me
Sharing tricks and secret trades through the fields
Where shadows play their games
A toast to youth upon the school unto the halls
Write our names upon the walls
Our flag flying free
Our land not to keep
Bare feet,
Maroon soles leading us back to my room
Behind the shed I offer you my name
But you refuse
Kindly watch over me
Mary mother saint to be
Kindly watch over me
Mary mother saint to be
Kindly watch over me
Mary mother saint to be
Kindly watch over me
Mary mother saint to be
