Wolf of the Rapacious Herd - Tyrone's Last Dance

Hiding Harvey in a cab
Taking the tunnel to our lab
Thinking in thirds
Scratching the words
On the souls of our shoes
Drifting between the one and two
If you get lost just follow Doo
Tyrone in his chair
Smelling the air
Sniffing for residue
The Brooklyn lookout plugs his ears
This ain't no music of the spheres
Nocturnal ghouls
Laughing like fools
Still giving high fives
A lone lily blooming in the sand
Mounds of heaven close at hand
A monk in a cowl
Wrapped a towel
Shielding contraband
So many colors shining bright
Yellow, purple, pink, and white
The scent of a soul
Losing control
Off to a better realm
I hope he gets there
Dug a hole not long ago
Buried a kind and gentle soul
The story is told
The lily is gold
Always was and always will be
The lily is gold
Always was and always will be
The lily is gold
Always was and always will be

Written by:
Pat King

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