Moving on the skein yarn

Lord, tell me something I shall live for
Protect my feeble friends from woe
My sweet concern turns into a pervert form
And I`m slipping and I`m moving slowly

A little bit of perseverance
For lack of knowledge have to pay with finger
What if I see a dark side of a temple?
I am a native sinner and I don`t live – I linger

They put my heart into the mind-cell
They took away my little pretty lover
They made me read my life from cover to cover
And I am not sure that I can find another

And after all they say: “Jesus loves you!”
But I can hardly feel it with my own heart
Words slowly spinning. And I feel like moving
Moving on the skein yarn. Moving on the skein yarn.

They made a nasty sexual abuse
Of my old old and nearest friend
I give a damn for all words of excuse
Only wonder where it would be the end

They killed my dog and cleaned out my house
Defamed my name for the hill of beans
I saw: the church is a place for a great rouse
And it`s a shame for bishop and a shame for a dean

And after all they say: “Jesus loves you!”
But I can hardly feel it with my own heart
Words slowly spinning. And I feel like moving
Moving on the skein yarn. Moving on the skein yarn.

I come a man of a motley, I know
I`ve got a bag for the parable of
A Good Word-Huckster exchanges blows
But it`s a fiddle of words! Fiddle of scoff!

Words slowly spinning. And I feel like moving
Moving on the skein yarn. Moving on the skein yarn.
Moving on the skein yarn. Moving on the skein yarn


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