Priestess of the Promised Land

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Stan Ridgway & Pietra Wextun - Pop

Priestess of the Promised Land

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​Ceilings of silver, windows and glass ​Alter is golden, baskets they pass ​She's got a headache ​So make it all paper today ​People are hungry, helpless and sad Aimee will make them not feel so bad ​ Then she'll run off with a lover to old Mexico As a girl she heard voices in her head ​All those lost souls to be led By her Aimee Simple McPherson Priestess of the Promised Land ​She came to California Built a temple Mighty and grand ​Radio angel, she'll take you there Past every problem, past every care ​ Choirs will lift them as coins will be Dropped in the box ​One night she vanished, down by the sea People were praying this cannot be ​ Rumors were shared in the temple Until her return As a girl she heard voices in her head ​All those lost souls to be led By her Aimee Simple McPherson Priestess of the Promised Land ​She came to California Built a temple Mighty and grand

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Credits

Writers
  • Pietra Wextun
  • Stan Ridgway