WigWam - Crisader lyrics

Gustavson angles pole held in hiding catches Dead ~ fish timorous rhythm, ceaseless, Rup-tured.. caressus Catches dead fish and pours into pocket At length aware of d**h, rushes on wings ~ of dread ~~ for familiar tree Oblivious of pants at dry and warm change.. Shackles locked with blessings, opens book wearily and lectures on ichtyic-reproduction vocation, and responsibility.. true winds of perdition trying to release, to cool trying- to Strengthen but safe and righteous mirages bring low the desperate ~ prayer.. money and me, we'll get any old Tree and Money's the same whatever the game,,