The Savage Rose - A Trial In Our Native Town lyrics

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The Savage Rose - A Trial In Our Native Town lyrics

A leather strip around your wrist The great landowner whom you kissed Cries out from the battlefield Tell me, where did you come from? Coming right through to the end You don't want to resent The poor souls that brought you here The landscape behind your fingerprints You have walked between snakes in the plain People everywhere greeted you in vain Steal my heart, baby, just roll on Just roll on from your native town They've been haunting you and drinking They've been so careful thinking That you shouldn't be alone here That you belong to them There's the drummer, breathing the air There's the man who brought the chair Where you should be seated Within the doors of your home You sit down in this painted chair You're tired, they don't care Oh, come out from your hiding place They want to kiss you, want to be with you The fields are heavy with dust Remember the smell from your city lost The chain around your naked foot Tell me, what do you do now? You better wait until past midnight Tie your mind to yours waiting outside the prison With the leather strip from your hand Wait, I'll come to hold you tight [repeat last verse]