Pricked In The Heart Songtext

And your old men will dream dreams.



I found a typescript double-spaced,

Printed out on a daisy-wheel (so all femme),

In the former Treatise (dear friend Theophilus) it was placed,

Written by Lisa which was present at the doings of them.

I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people,

waiting for the promise of her father ("Whereof you heard of me"). In the past

John baptized with water; now, with wine. But don't weep, he'll

Make sure:
Pricked in the heard the Wednesday after last.



In a cash and carry next to Mt. Olivet (and all around),

Megan, Mary, Lisa, and Kenisha gave it out,

"Stick with me."

Or you'll reap the reward of iniquity,

Cashed out and carried to possession of a plot of ground.



Well, the vapor of smoke came up from the earth beneath,

Outside the bodega called Beautiful. When it was whom

With Su and Kenisha, under a silver-leaf wreath.

Called not fit to sit: might as well have come halt out your mother's womb.



I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people,

waiting for the promise of her father ("Whereof you heard of me"). In the past

John baptized with water; now, with wine. But don't weep, he'll

Make sure:

Pricked in the heard the Wednesday after last.



A light shined in the lodge and the chains slipped off her hands,

So to speak: she packed up her things and she sailed off to Cyprus,

Sending greetings to Felix with a please to put Paul on. Misunderstands

Me, she, and her all went home (gave up the boast) and left Lisa to type us.