LYRICS

From 2015 BEHIND FIRE      HOCKTIDE    © J.R.Rupnow 2015

 

Winning is up in the long shot, jester's been left aside in the rye

Standing knee-deep in among of these sheep, nobility up there in the sky

Legends in heaven and it's twenty past eleven, the hock still keeping us alive

Had the fever down in bender when the snow fell in November

And had a drink or two at a second story diner

 

You grew up on forced eating, but it's a little bit different right now

Until you were so upset for the while, on your little shelf there sat a sow

It's not so bad I guess a luxury, only under certain circumstances

Then you steal a cow, then you're taking chances

 

The courtyard employs a fool to criticize

With asses ears a hoodie and some bells

A parti-colored coat, he'll swim across the moat

They'll whip him and then say their farewells

 

Cities up ahead in the long run, that is the best you could do

Like landing a plane in a storm of snow and rain, or an old woman who lived inside a shoe

Feel it again and hold on, wonder what's avoiding your brain

Is it the moon and the stars up above, or a trip around the planet on a train

 

Winning is up ahead in the long shot, the jester's been left aside in the rye

Winning is up in the longshot, nobility is up in the sky

Legends in heaven and it's quarter past eleven

The hock will be our drink of wine