John Popper - Lunatic

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Move on

And shuffle off

Winter's gift is a burning cough



Once a stranger

Always a friend

To the cold and the odd stare

And the danger

Should he ever open his mouth



And so he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time



Some day he thinks he may fool everyone

And they'll give and let him live in the bright hot sun



And so he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time



Doorways and hope keep him warm

Strangely calm before the storm

Quite sure that he will be free

To speak of voices he can't quite see

They tell him more than he'd ever wished to know



And so he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time



And when the bugle sound

Knocks the mountains down

His work will be done

Whispers in his ear he keeps him clear

For the angels when they come



So he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time



Till he assumes his place

Then he'll see the face of God, of God

The ruthless King of Kings

Who keeps telling him things

That still seem odd



So he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Move on



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