Testi Keeper Of The Flame - Golden Earring

Keeper Of The Flame

Mother mother, gotta understand\nThat mother mother we’ve got murder on our hands\nYour sons and your daughters\nRapin' each other on the steps of a church\nThey no longer depend on\nThe cry of a wolf in a lightnin' storm\nThe scream of a hawk, anxious to get airborne\nThe fear of a mouse, crawlin' out of a hole\nJust a few of many stories, waitin' to be told\nHungry for good\nNo boogie in the scheme\nAnd baby, the sky will never be the same\nFrom many miles away I came\nFrom where the gods smile upon you and play, yeah yeah\nYour job may be no good, it’s just a passing thing\nThe universe will always change\nAnd I happen to carry a name\nI am, I am, the keeper of the flame\nA message carved into an arm with a shark tooth\nEver so delicate, ever so smooth\nThe truth is only waitin' and it stabs a deeper wound\nThan all the lies you vagabonds have whispered over you\nHey hey hey, look out for the drifter on a train\nHey hey hey, look out for a showdown in the rain\nWith the keeper of the flame\nGather all you hunters, and gather all you prey\nListen to what the wind and the trees have got to say\nTo all you marble statues and you bricks of clay\nBlow you all to kingdom come on your judgment day\nHungry for good\nNo boogie in the scheme\nAnd baby the sky will never be the same\nFrom many miles away I came\nFrom where the Gods smile upon you and play, yeah\nYour job may be no good, it’s just a passing thing\nThe universe will always change\nAnd I happen to carry a name\nI am, I am, the keeper of the flame