Come and give me that wildfire The uncivilized sound that I love The primitive ragga...
In the beginning There was the cold and the night Prophets and angels gave us...
Words and music: lindsay west, mike reno, jimmy lee douglas I'll try to tell you...
I was born in the jungle With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air...
All right Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face...
Well he came home from the war With a party...
Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp, I ain't...
well the damn cracked hard just like a bull whip...
(got rained on with his own .38) Well small change...
Down thru the ages All the sages Said don't spend...
She's my only true love She's all that i think...
If i was a seagull high and aloof I'd sail...
(tom waits for marianne faithful) Will you take me across...
We sail tonight for singapore, We're all as mad as...
Well i'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn Nobody's...