Craig Finn Calvary Court Lyrics
Calvary Court by Craig Finn
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
There's safer ways to do this
I'm sure that something else will end up coming through
You're still in your uniform, I just had an interview
Man, we're still not bullet proof
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
If I were you I'd stay out of the wilderness
I'm serious, it feels good but it doesn't last
Out there in the wild west these bullet holes are dangerous
These days they just shoot so fast
The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke
Rifles and raincoats, deer and the antelope
The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stage coaches
Wind in the hills, and bills in the envelopes
I'm not sure I can handle another stupid story about the angels looking out for you
Where were all your friends when the pigs came rushing in?
You were shaking in the waiting room
The doctor's in the holding pen, the chemist disappeared again
Man, we're still not bullet proof
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
Where were all your friends when the pigs came rushing in
And you were shaking in the waiting room?
Out here on the frontage road banging on the telephone
Shooting through the later afternoon
The flickering glory, the friends that are gone
Slow motion destruction, time marching on
The fleeting romantics, the girls in the songs
The speed and the stillness, and Denver at dawn
The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke
Rifles and raincoats, the deer and the antelope
The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stage coaches
Wind through the hills, and bills in the envelopes
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke
Rifles and rangers, the deer and the antelope
The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stage coaches
Wind through the hills, and bills in the envelopes
The flickering glory, the friends that are gone
Slow motion destruction, time marching on
The fleeting romantics, the girls in the songs
The speed and the stillness, and Denver at dawn
There's safer ways to do this
I'm sure that something else will end up coming through
You're still in your uniform, I just had an interview
Man, we're still not bullet proof
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
If I were you I'd stay out of the wilderness
I'm serious, it feels good but it doesn't last
Out there in the wild west these bullet holes are dangerous
These days they just shoot so fast
The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke
Rifles and raincoats, deer and the antelope
The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stage coaches
Wind in the hills, and bills in the envelopes
I'm not sure I can handle another stupid story about the angels looking out for you
Where were all your friends when the pigs came rushing in?
You were shaking in the waiting room
The doctor's in the holding pen, the chemist disappeared again
Man, we're still not bullet proof
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
Where were all your friends when the pigs came rushing in
And you were shaking in the waiting room?
Out here on the frontage road banging on the telephone
Shooting through the later afternoon
The flickering glory, the friends that are gone
Slow motion destruction, time marching on
The fleeting romantics, the girls in the songs
The speed and the stillness, and Denver at dawn
The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke
Rifles and raincoats, the deer and the antelope
The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stage coaches
Wind through the hills, and bills in the envelopes
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court if I were you
The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke
Rifles and rangers, the deer and the antelope
The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stage coaches
Wind through the hills, and bills in the envelopes
The flickering glory, the friends that are gone
Slow motion destruction, time marching on
The fleeting romantics, the girls in the songs
The speed and the stillness, and Denver at dawn