Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Michael Beling
Songwriter
Lyrics
All the shadows here still dancing got to tell my feet to keep moving
Before the merchant screams buy some more
Before the drilling machines find the oil
Before the air I breathe comes heavy for talking
All the games I play I keep losing
Trying to tell myself to stop proving
Before the man with glass asks my name
Before the lady's cash buys my fame
Before my leather mask burns up bright into flames
Before the tight rope walker leads me to the slaughter
The bankroll daughter ships me 'cross the border
With a bottle full of bitter
A note from the vicar
Blood on the holy altar
All the time I spend understanding
Trying to find my way to keep advancing
Before the ankle tag lights up red
Before the muscled stag lays down dead
Before the sleeping gas pins me to the bed
All the darts they keep on flying
Got to find my way to keep trying
Before the needle nights pierce my skin
Before the bookie writes my tally in
Before the closing price knocks me on the chin
Before the tight rope walker leads me to the slaughter
The bankroll daughter ships me 'cross the border
With a bottle full of bitter
A note from the vicar
Blood on the holy altar
Before the boneyard prison gives me their decision
The old time religion tells me what I'm missing
That ancient tradition
Land of the hidden
Men of the circumcision
Before the steam boat captain drowns me in the basin
The war-torn nation tries negotiation
With a proclamation
My condemnation
Stone in the mouth of the ocean
I'm a stone in the mouth of the ocean
I'm a stone in the mouth of the ocean
Just a stone in the mouth of the ocean
All the shadows here still dancing got to tell my feet to keep moving
Written by: Luke Michael Beling