The Sons Of Robert Mitchum - David Contemplated Lyrics
Ah well, they went to war without him,David swears that’s why he's still hereHe has broken his fall from lonesome heights,So many times that he’s lost that fearJudith’s Gucci watch, it was a fairground fake,And her locket kept the ghosts out of sightHe was so charming, been to capital city,You take a chance to put things rightSome of us are born into things,Some of us are pulled by stringShe took a ride with the killer inside,No longer will the caged bird singRachel wore burlesque red under a sailor blue skyAnd her eyes were Irish greenIt was happy hour at the Baltimore Café,He was the sensitive’ist guy she’d ever seenThey played Roshambo ‘till the break of the morning,Just a night's chance to start anewShe was thinking to herself “well I ain't no saint,But I'm good enough for you”David found himself with a hunting knife,Rachel had a prayer on a wingShe took a ride with the killer inside,No longer will the caged bird sing"Well they’re not old enough to look that miserable",David contemplated that nightHe's been keeping it real, since he began to feel,He takes them ‘to the woods and out of sightSome of us are born into things,Some of us are pulled by stringsThey took a ride with the killer inside,No longer will the caged birds sing
