Before The Fall

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Sons of Bill - Rock

Before The Fall

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Pride I was convinced had lost its grip upon us all And August had the insolence to come before the fall I was casting off my idles til there was nothing left but me With all the songs of summer sawing in the tall catalpa trees All the rigor of a ragdoll, we're poets at our worst Thieves at our best ain't we all My devil in white linen how she took me by surprise She was long and lean and lovely with a twinkle in her thighs Just knowing we had hands and she had me to put them on Was all we needed to keep going through the cold light of the dawn With fists full of assurance and a belly full of wine We had stolen from the altar in an altered state of mind We shamed the congregation while the clever kids all laughed They said we ran around half naked but they never said which half All the rigor of a ragdoll, we're poets at our worst Thieves at our best ain't we all

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