Craig Finn - Calvary Court lyrics

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Craig Finn - Calvary Court lyrics

I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you There's safer ways to do this I'm sure that something else will end up coming through You're still in your uniform, I just had an interview Man, we're still not bullet proof I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you If I were you I'd stay out of the wilderness I'm serious, it feels good but it doesn't last Out there in the wild west these bullet holes are dangerous These days they just shoot so fast The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke Rifles and raincoats, deer and the antelope The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stage coaches Wind in the hills, and bills in the envelopes I'm not sure I can handle another stupid story about the angels looking out for you Where were all your friends when the pigs came rushing in? You were shaking in the waiting room The doctor's in the holding pen, the chemist disappeared again Man, we're still not bullet proof I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you Where were all your friends when the pigs came rushing in And you were shaking in the waiting room? Out here on the [?] banging on the telephone Shooting through the later afternoon The flickering glory, the friends that are gone Slow motion destruction, time marching on The fleeting romantics, the girls in the songs The speed and the stillness, and Denver at dawn The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke Rifles and raincoats, the deer and the antelope The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stage coaches Wind through the hills, and bills in the envelopes I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke Rifles and rangers, the deer and the antelope The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stage coaches Wind through the hills, and bills in the envelopes The flickering glory, the friends that are gone Slow motion destruction, time marching on The fleeting romantics, the girls in the songs The speed and the stillness, and Denver at dawn