Of Minor Prophets And Their Prostitute Wives

Pedro The Lion

All the time you were burning my letters

You were only acting the part

You think with out me

You'll get on much better

But you don't even know your own heart



Come home darling come home quickly

Come home darling all is forgiven

So come home quickly



I treated you as if you were a princess

You treated me like a cop

I gave you boundaries

To save you from certain death

Dangling from the end of a rope



But you're still playing for

A love you'll never find

Outside these arms of mine



The whole town is one step behind you

With the hangman on call

They've got the judge

And you're convicted without a plea

But darling they will listen to me