Indian Rope Man
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Fog dangling thick
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
The eight-day mill, it might grind slow
But it grinds fine
Indian rope man, while looking on
He tells Norman Clay he's heaven reborn
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Indian rope man sees the times
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Catching losers in his line, in his line
Yeah, woah
Mm, mm, mm
Indian rope man flexes his eye
Dissolving the fog, revealing the lie
Indian rope man holds my trick in his heart
Kiss him quick
Indian rope man sees all strife
Cutting down eternal life
When his soul transcends his heart
Oh, kiss him
Oh, he has to part, he has to part
Kiss him quick
Gonna kiss him