Gone Jackals - Covering Hallowed Ground lyrics

I was taking in the Haight with a guest from L.A. Wearin underwears like a hat on my head. The spirit of the sixties was all around From high on Hippie Hill we surveyed the sacred ground. Covering hallowed ground. Well, I was South of the Slot by closing time My black leather chaps afloat the crystalline tide. I wheelied down an alley that shined with lube Checked the ghost of Sylvester by the light of the man on the moon. Covering hallowed ground. When daybreak broke I hit the beach but found no sand, though Saints Peter and Paul were close at hand. A screamer bared his knife and drew a fleet of Black and Whites - a book he d written, way back when, had changed my life.