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Lyrics for 'Covering Hallowed Ground' by 'Gone Jackals'
I Was Taking In The Haight
With A Guest From L.a.
Wearin Underwears
Like A Hat On My Head.
The Spirit Of The Sixties
Was All Around
From High On Hippie Hill
We Surveyed The Sacred Ground.
Covering Hallowed Ground.
Well, I Was South Of The Slot
By Closing Time
My Black Leather Chaps
Afloat The Crystalline Tide.
I Wheelied Down An Alley
That Shined With Lube
Checked The Ghost Of Sylvester
By The Light Of The Man On The Moon.
Covering Hallowed Ground.
When Daybreak Broke
I Hit The Beach But Found No Sand,
Though Saints Peter And Paul
Were Close At Hand.
A Screamer Bared His Knife
And Drew A Fleet Of Black And Whites -
A Book He D Written, Way Back When,
Had Changed My Life.
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