Momma momma forget your pies Have faith they won't get cold And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky Your flag is flying full at half-mast For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd And all fell before the bull
Red was the color of his blood flowing thin Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin Blue was the color of the morning sky from the ground where he died It was the last thing that was seen by him
Kyrie Eliason
Momma momma forget your pies Have faith they won't get cold And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky Your flag is flying full at half-mast For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd And all fell before the bull
Black and white were the figures that recorded him Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in Black and white was the question that so bothered him He never asked he was taught not to ask But was on his lips as they buried him
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