Peaceful Living
Back porch preacher preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
Heading for Sunday school
Clean up your own backyard
Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
Drugstore cowboy criticizing
Acting like he's better than you and
Mr 1470
Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill
Staring out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked now my skin begins to crawl
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Looking back, was there ever such a moment
Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime
Digging deep I came across a murder
Among the roots of our spreading family tree
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule the world
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Do you see Suits, can you dream Suits?
There I stood, face pressed against the window
I know his number, but I'll never know his name
Behind the glass buried in the sockets
A recognition, my skin begins to crawl
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
But who's the one we're frightened of
We are the sons of 1470
The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky
Heading south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels
A train threads along that very floor
So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, mortal in the darkness
Digging deep we try to find the answers
To all the questions that hatch within our skulls
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
For who's the one we're frightened of?
We are the son of 1470
I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?
(Dick/Paterson/Boult)