Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
So pull like a dog
Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'
Hows God's little soldier doin'?
Shoot from the hip
Don't hide your cuts and tricks (or you'll fucking slip)
Give her the road

Always being told to go placidly among the noise
And always with a lick of patience
And she never wrote

Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'
Dark nights, but the spirit's glowing

All the hearsay carves so deep
So red is the beggar's hand

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote

Pull like a dog
All the hearsay carves so deep

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote

Pull like a dog
Always being told to go placidly among the noise
With a lick of patience
Always being told to go placidly among the noise
And always with a lick of patience