when the shadow of the grasshoper
falls across the trail of the field mouse
on green and slimey grass as a red sun rises
above the western horizon silhouetting
a gaunt and tautly muscled indian warrior
perched with bow and arrow cocked and aimed
straight at you it's time for another martini
on green and slimey grass as a red sun rises
above the western horizon silhouetting
a gaunt and tautly muscled indian warrior
perched with bow and arrow cocked and aimed
straight at you it's time for another martini
escrito na parede de um velho bar de são francisco.
