Out in the kitchen
The band plays hail to the thief
Dylan is fixing
Another shoot out for Keef
Hands in his pocket
He only crosses the left
Eyes to the right
Says you gotta give it your best
(and then it hits ya)
I know your hurting
But you know that pain is my friend
I’m up to my knees
But you got me down on the mend
The joker’s watching
The kings are all under his command
It’s time for the tables
To turn through the barren land
Madonna she’s restless
She needs a roll in the hay
Your children have left you
Go throw the manger away
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
Out in the kitchen
The band plays hail to the thief
Dylan is fixing
Another shoot out for Keef
Hands in his pocket
He only crosses the left
Eyes to the right
Says you gotta give it your best
(and then it hits ya)
I know your hurting
But you know that pain is my friend
I’m up to my knees
But you got me down on the mend
The joker’s watching
The kings are all under his command
It’s time for the tables
To turn through the barren land
Madonna she’s restless
She needs a roll in the hay
Your children have left you
Go throw the manger away
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