Texty:
O Death Low Tide

Worth handed down Some sacred plane And still by age You've done to me What I could not And ripped the earth From out its flesh I'd mine the ground To

tide rose too far We weren't afraid, cause we know what you are And you know that we know what you are Awful atoll O, incalculable indiscreetness and

beneath her And she caught and held on tight When we all saw that red blanket Each cowboy held his breath For should her pony fail her None could save the girl from death

waited for doers of oppression to fall This is the movement, the foe and the C.P.O. had chosen to call the war against low-livin - the wall.. [echoes