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Lyrics for Mercenaries by Harry Chapin:
| | | Artist: | Harry Chapin |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Mercenaries | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 80 | | | | Lyrics: | It's a slow motion night
In the hot city lights
Past time when the good folks
Are
snoring in bed
On a loose-jointed cruise
To recolor your blues
With illegal notions
alive,
Alive in your head
You are back from some war
That you've been fighting
for
Some old blue blood bastard
In a dark pinstripe suit
and the word from your
loins
Has your mind in your groin
And your back pocket burning with blood
Blood money
loot
So, you walk past the glow
Of the flicker-picture shows
Where the raincoat men
wait
For a child to come by
And the women in doorways
Who have nothing to say
'Cause
your money is talking
To the ones that you would try
She owns the block
With the
dead pawnshop clock
She's the answer to dreams
That you pay to come true
She's got no
heart of gold
But that's not what she's sold
She just sees herself doing what she
What
she has to do
And she's all that you're hoping
As her coat falls open
Give her
bread she leads you
To a bed on the floor
Where for ten million years
And through ten
billion tears
The armies of bootmen have marched
Back from their wars
She's in that
state of grace
Before time finds her face
With a mind of old wisdoms
And a body still
young
And she tastes as sweet
As a child's chocolate
Before the butts and the
whiskey
Had wasted the taste of your tongue
Play the music again
Of the
grey-stubble men
That groaning blue symphony
Moans evermore
And you watch as she fakes
it
And of course you just take it
She's better than others
You never paid money
for
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