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"Covering Hallowed Ground" de Gone JackalsI 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. | 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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