Call to The Grave — текст песни (Todd Rundgren)

The rain washes away and purifies

It washed down the flesh we catered for

And we who sell so much and wanted more

The crows will come and peck away our eyes

Perhaps [...]

It drove us to these tides from which we swing

Like [...] starlings on the wing

Like horses droppings on a country road

Oh brothers learn from us, so it begins

And pray to God that hell forgive my sins



The girls who flaunt their breasts as bait there

To catch some sucker who will love them

The youth so sly, they stand and wait there

To grab their single earnings off them

The crooks, the tarts, the tart protectors

The muggers and the maggots

The psychopath, the [...]

I pray that they forgive my sin

Someone has taken [...] crowbar

And caved their ugly faces in

I only ask to know its over

Pray that they forgive my sin