Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather

Right she said and she never wrote

So pull like a dog

Rowin’ and rowin' and rowin'

Hows God’s little soldier doin'?

Shoot from the hip

Don't hide your cuts and tricks (Or you'll fucking slip)

Give her the road

Always being told to go placidly among the noise

And always with a lick of patience

And she never wrote

Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'

Dark nights, but the spirit's glowing

All the hearsay carves so deep

So red is the beggar’s hand

Up she flew, hadn’t lost a feather

Right she said and she never wrote

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather

Right she said and she never wrote

Pull like a dog

All the hearsay carves so deep

Up she flew, hadn’t lost a feather

Right she said and she never wrote

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather

Right she said and she never wrote

Pull like a dog

Always being told to go placidly among the noise

With a lick of patience

Always being told to go placidly among the noise

And always with a lick of patience