Pieta Brown - Parataxis Blues lyrics

Here comes daddy In a checkered suit Mamma got her money In her boot Your gla**es are so thick They hide your eyes But I can see your light All across the skies One Two Three Four Five Six Seven I'm packing my bags Goin' to heaven I know when I go Over the hill I'm bringing some wine And songs to spill My friend Tasha Like the desert sun And a peyote moon All rolled into one Eight Nine Nine and Ten Play me that song Play it again You are so fine Like the sweetest rose Wherever you walk True love grows