Whirlpool Vision of Shame

Six-thirty, the rain is falling and the sky¹s like a

yellow balloon

I was waiting for the revolution and the Mexico

sundown blue

and if you won¹t say it now then nothing will be said

and if you won¹t die of shame then I¹ll die instead

oh yeah

I was kneeling by the burning bush and the sea was a

bed of flames

and I was reading from the book of Naomi and the

whirlpool vision of shame

and if you won¹t say it now then nothing will be said

and if you won¹t die of shame then I¹ll die instead

oh yeah

now I was standing at the edge of the world when the

and now we¹re heading for the new generation and the

makeshift

and if you won¹t say it now then nothing will be said

and if you won¹t die of shame then I¹ll die instead

oh yeah