Song | Wildebeest |
Artist | The Handsome Family |
Album | Wilderness |
When Steven Foster died | |
In thought this on the bury | |
His wone and wallward hill | |
Just a corner in the den | |
But the crocodile’s back to eat | |
The crocodile’s back to eat | |
He smashed his head on the sink | |
In the bitter fever of gin | |
The wildebeest go crazy with thirst | |
Pull down as he try to drink | |
But deep down in the smallest street | |
Even crocodiles dream their dreams | |
And as the heard galloped off | |
He may all night fall past 4 | |
Singing Beautiful Dreamer | |
As the lions begin to roar | |
But we all have our beautiful dreams | |
Waiting for us like wildebeests | |
And when we wait at the river | |
To cross to that gleaming shore | |
The river show he’s next to feed | |
As the feed thunders across | |
But the river has oceans to feed | |
She has beautiful ocean to feed | |
And the oceans, they feed the sky | |
And the sky feeds the earth | |
And Steven Foster’s beautiful ghost | |
Laid down to feed us all | |
To feed took vows the songs | |
Echoing cross the wild plains |
When Steven Foster died | |
In thought this on the bury | |
His wone and wallward hill | |
Just a corner in the den | |
But the crocodile' s back to eat | |
The crocodile' s back to eat | |
He smashed his head on the sink | |
In the bitter fever of gin | |
The wildebeest go crazy with thirst | |
Pull down as he try to drink | |
But deep down in the smallest street | |
Even crocodiles dream their dreams | |
And as the heard galloped off | |
He may all night fall past 4 | |
Singing Beautiful Dreamer | |
As the lions begin to roar | |
But we all have our beautiful dreams | |
Waiting for us like wildebeests | |
And when we wait at the river | |
To cross to that gleaming shore | |
The river show he' s next to feed | |
As the feed thunders across | |
But the river has oceans to feed | |
She has beautiful ocean to feed | |
And the oceans, they feed the sky | |
And the sky feeds the earth | |
And Steven Foster' s beautiful ghost | |
Laid down to feed us all | |
To feed took vows the songs | |
Echoing cross the wild plains |