Patti Smith

(smith/shanahan)
(c)1997 druse music, inc./slea head music
(ascap)
Listen to my story. got two tales to tell.
One of fallen glory. one of vanity.
The worlds roof was raging, but we were looking fine;
cause we built that thing and it grew wings,
In nineteen-fifty-nine.
Wisdom was a teapot; pouring from above.
Desolation angels
Served it up with love.
Ignitin[g strife] like every form of light,
Then moved by bold design,
Slid in that thing and it grew wings,
In nineteen-fifty-nine.
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It was blood, shining in the sun;
First: freedom!
Speeding the american claim: