Red sun go down way over dirty town Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals A girl is there high heeling across the square Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a face she can like.
Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays They're all in the station praying for trains Cogregations late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright He's crazy lion howling for a fight.
Strap hanging gunshot sound Doors slamming on the overground Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone Her evening paper is horror torn But there's hope later for Capricorns Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home Then she's reading about a swing to the right But she's thinking about a stranger in the night I'm thinking about the lions tonight What happened to the lions.
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