Bathsheba

Your conversation makes me grin,
Like the silent whistler in a sailors song,
The hardest man that's ever been,
He'll take you home where you'll find no home.
Oh crazy you
King of all but all alone,
Freedom of the bell i give to you,
Feed the rose speak no lie
When your tongue is raw
And your eyes are wild,
Oh crazy you

Bathsheba baby!
They're reigning without you,
I just thought maybe the sun is about you

Said the general to the whore
' oh these holy wars are worth fighting for'
Settle down, settle in,
And they'll take you home
Where you'll find no home
Oh crazy you