Whirpool Vision Of Shame de Felt

Six-thirty, the rain is falling and the sky¹s like a
yellow balloon
I was waiting for the revolution and the Mexico
sundown blue
and if you won¹t say it now then nothing will be said
and if you won¹t die of shame then I¹ll die instead
oh yeah
I was kneeling by the burning bush and the sea was a
bed of flames
and I was reading from the book of Naomi and the
whirlpool vision of shame
and if you won¹t say it now then nothing will be said
and if you won¹t die of shame then I¹ll die instead
oh yeah
now I was standing at the edge of the world when the
(?)
and now we¹re heading for the new generation and the
makeshift (?)
and if you won¹t say it now then nothing will be said
and if you won¹t die of shame then I¹ll die instead
oh yeah