Song | The Goat - Mono Instrumental Version |
Artist | Sonny Boy Williamson |
Album | The Best Of |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Showbread - The Goat | |
I remember everything | |
To be what I’ve become | |
A willingness for anything | |
That can and must be done | |
I remember writhing in the womb | |
Wrapped up in viscous gloom | |
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague | |
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain | |
I remember thinking once | |
That love could never die | |
But love is small and very frail | |
And can’t be kept alive | |
Unless you love the one | |
For whom roars this internal din | |
The love that devours everything | |
The love of self burns within | |
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague | |
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain | |
Raping what is left of you | |
Two flesh becoming one | |
My will is everywhere | |
My will be done | |
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague | |
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain | |
Raping what is left of you | |
Two flesh becoming one | |
My will is everything | |
My will be done | |
End | |
Showbread - The Goat |
Showbread The Goat | |
I remember everything | |
To be what I' ve become | |
A willingness for anything | |
That can and must be done | |
I remember writhing in the womb | |
Wrapped up in viscous gloom | |
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague | |
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain | |
I remember thinking once | |
That love could never die | |
But love is small and very frail | |
And can' t be kept alive | |
Unless you love the one | |
For whom roars this internal din | |
The love that devours everything | |
The love of self burns within | |
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague | |
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain | |
Raping what is left of you | |
Two flesh becoming one | |
My will is everywhere | |
My will be done | |
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague | |
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain | |
Raping what is left of you | |
Two flesh becoming one | |
My will is everything | |
My will be done | |
End | |
Showbread The Goat |
Showbread The Goat | |
I remember everything | |
To be what I' ve become | |
A willingness for anything | |
That can and must be done | |
I remember writhing in the womb | |
Wrapped up in viscous gloom | |
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague | |
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain | |
I remember thinking once | |
That love could never die | |
But love is small and very frail | |
And can' t be kept alive | |
Unless you love the one | |
For whom roars this internal din | |
The love that devours everything | |
The love of self burns within | |
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague | |
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain | |
Raping what is left of you | |
Two flesh becoming one | |
My will is everywhere | |
My will be done | |
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague | |
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain | |
Raping what is left of you | |
Two flesh becoming one | |
My will is everything | |
My will be done | |
End | |
Showbread The Goat |