Paper pockets post my posture
And from marchin' maps my finger nails
Are scratching for a break
That's not been grown yet
That's not been grown yet

'Cause I was a child with fists of fury
I was a child with fists of fury
And I didn’t love my god bless
And I didn’t need my full skirt
Oh I didn’t love my god bless
And I didn’t need my full skirt
To back green gypsy eyes
To back green gypsy eyes

But I’ve seen you in narrow streets
I’ve turned some rocky ground
So I'll prune my trees back for a stand tall garden
And I’ve counted some closets
So I've counted some closets
But now I'll knock my, now I'll knock my sorrow shadows
Now I'll knock my sorrow shadows

'Cause I was a child with fists of fury
I was a child with fists of fury
And I didn’t love my god bless
And I didn’t need my full skirt
Oh I didn’t love my god bless
And I didn’t need my full skirt
To back green gypsy eyes
To back green gypsy eyes

Do you see this holy holy spirit round my neck?
Do you see I wear this holy spirit round my neck?
But it’s for my sister's swallow, though play me pardon
Father son, play me pardon
Father son, father son, father son

'Cause I was a child with fists of fury
I was a child with fists of fury
And I didn’t love my god bless
And I didn’t need my full skirt
Oh I didn’t love my god bless
And I didn’t need my full skirt
To back green gypsy eyes
To back green gypsy eyes



Lyrics submitted by babyfaby, edited by smallwonderrobot

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