Son Of The Dharma Lyrics

Angel, glowing in a second-hand suit and tie
Halo, deadbeat poet trying to find a rhyme
I know you fill your dairy
Left and right with your history
All you drink is sweet wine
Every Saturday night

You make living
Almost seem divine

Genius, you and everybody that you're running with
C'mon witness, a modern day saint or Billy the Kid
Naked as on the day
You were born to die in vain
Always ready for a fight
Or the occasional Buddhist rite You make living
Almost seem divine
Well, I can tell you won't be long for this
You keep on searching for eternal bliss
In every funeral home
Where the buffalo roam
Every barroom floor
Is a revolving door
To what you looking for
What you looking for
What are you looking for?

You make living
Almost seem divine
Every day the carnival ride
Every night the final time
It seems exhausting baby
When do you sleep?

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