Don’t Sing

Don’t Sing
An outlaw stand in a peasant land, in every face see Judas
The burden of love is so strange
The stubborn beast and the whiskey priest, are hiding from the captains
The burden of love is so plain
Are they happy to see you?
No, you always bring trouble
Cast a shadow on Mexico-denial doesn't change facts
Like most I'll come when I want things done
Please God don't let that change
The anguish of love at long range
Should've been a doctor, oh, then they can see what they're getting

Oh no, don't blame Mexico
That's the feast that the whisky priest may yet have to forego
Rob me of colour, make the sound duller, but never go away
Trough teeth of sharks the Autumn barks, and Winter squarely bites me
Don't ever do this again
Dawn breaks in the Southern States, and blindfolded he rests
The burden of love's last request
That's the feast that the whisky priest may yet have to forego
Oh no, don't blame Mexico
They ask for more than you bargained for and then they ask for more
Oh no, don't blame Mexico
That's the feast that the whisky priest may yet have to forego
They ask for more than you bargained for and then they ask for more
Rob me of colour, make the sound duller, but never go away