Текст песни The Strawbs - The Nails From The Hands Of Christ

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THE NAILS FROM THE HANDS OF CHRIST (Cousins/Cronk/Bainbridge) The old church doors were open She walked in stone alone Standing by the altar She checked her mobile phone. Her parents left together They upped and passed away They left her with their vinyl She played albums every day. She looked up at an icon A young man on a cross He looked just like Bruce Springsteen He could have been the Boss. The window in the chapel Was some kind of a rose The ancient smell of incense Was getting up her nose. She walked off down the old canal Tracing footprints of the dead "What the hell is Jesus?" A graffiti slogan read. She found a junk shop bargain Competitively priced He told her they were kosher The nails from the hands of Christ. The nails were bent and rusty As if to make a point She looked them up on Google And rolled herself a joint. She didn't see the young man Quiet before the fire He looked on in bewilderment As the music took her higher. He danced the nails around the room Her endearing poltergeist He placed them in her bedside drawer The nails from the hands of Christ Sometime it took occasion In the innocence of youth To all intents and purposes We all disguise the truth. She hunted high and low To find her precious nails A guilt lives on within us all When everything else fails. She thought of all the many things Her parents sacrificed In her heart she holds her treasure The nails from the hands of Christ.

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