Lyrics

[Verse 1]
With mistletoe or candle green
To Halloween we go
Ten murdered oranges bled onboard ship
Lent comedy to shame
[Chorus]
The cattle graze bolt uprightly
Seducing down the door
To saddle swords and meeting place
We have no place to go
[Verse 2]
Then wearily the footsteps worked
The hallelujah crowds
Too late but wait the long legged bait
Tripped uselessly around
[Chorus]
Sebastopol Adriana polis
The prayers of all combined
Take down the flags of ownership
The walls are falling down
[Chorus]
A belt to hold
Columbus too
Perimeters of nails
Perceived the mamma's golden touch
Good neighbors were we all
Written by: John Cale
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