Lyric Wounded, Old And Treacherous

A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
Don t mean to get in anybody s way.
The Gods seem willing: sun s in the sky.
Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven Express on my credit card.

Now let me draw the jungle line --
I won t cross yours if you don t cross mine.
Won t make trouble, I don t need no fuss.
But I m wounded, old and I m treacherous.

Allow me to draw the jungle line --
you cross it once, you cross some friends of mine.
They won t make trouble, they don t need no fuss
but they re wounded, old and they re treacherous.

In the crisp of evening, on sacred ground --
Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeams round.
Big cats prowling inside your head --
They left for China; better left for dead.

Let me draw the jungle line --
I won t cross yours if you don t cross mine.
Won t make trouble, I don t need no fuss.
But I m wounded, old and I m treacherous.

A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
Don t mean to get in anybody s way.
The Gods seem willing: sun s in the sky.
Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven Express on my credit card.

living mountains going to shake that town --
big mother calling you from underground.
She don t want trouble, she don t need no fuss.
But she s wounded, old and treacherous.