Procol Harum - Crucifiction Lane
(Trower / Reid)
You'd better listen anybody, 'cos I'm gonna make it clear
that my life is unimportant; what I've done I did through fear
There's a river running through me: on its tide I tried to hide
nonetheless I could not shake it, and in the end it swept aside
all my feeble unimportance. I can't say it, never mind
Can't you hear me mother calling you? I'm cold, I'm deaf, I'm blind
And if only 'cos you're lucky, we both know that's no find
I did think I'd be an actor. What I am I'll leave behind
You'd better listen anybody, 'cos it's me and you --that's it
and in case you find your maker perhaps you'll plead for us a bit
All my sick is in my stomach, all my sweat is clearly fear
and if you could see inside me I don't think you'd have me here
Tell the helmsman veer to starboard, bring this ship around to port
and if the sea was not so salty I could sink instead of walk
And in case of passing strangers who are standing where I fell
tell the truth: you never knew me, and in truth it's just as well
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A Dream In Ev'ry Home
A Real Attitude
A Rum Tale
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| Title:Crucifiction Lane
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