Beale Street

Come in brothers, there's a story to tell One of damnation born of grace A promised land behind the gates of hell Where the rough beast slouches to drums of faith They bus them in and bus them out Pilgrims going to meccas past The dead can only give you so much clout When this pell-mell worship begins to pass Come and see a city of ghosts They're dealing communion at Sun Studios A cathedral once, now a skid on the row Writing their check as the kings walk away Down Beale St The community heart is the local pawn Stuck to the wall with a buyer's pin The privileged regarding from tailored lawns There isn't remorse so it isn't a sin The candle's burning at the end of its wick It's plain to see on the EPB Now rock and roll is for turning tricks This coming flood is going to clean these streets Come and see a city of ghosts They're dealing communion at Sun Studios A cathedral once, now a skid on the row Writing their check as the kings walk away Down Beale St Graceland's a gravestone Come and see a city of ghosts They're dealing communion at Sun Studios A cathedral once, now a skid on the row Writing their check as the kings walk away Crawled off their crosses in this Passion Play Set on Beale St