Edgar Broughton Band - John Wayne

I don’t believe in the movies
John Wayne has done it again
The good guy gets it on
The leading lady cries, she always does
But she don’t know why
The credits roll, bye-bye

So, my love, do you wanna be free?
Oh no, my love, I guess you’re a lot like me.
I’m gonna run in the sun, have a lotta fun
Live to a real good age
I’m gonna father your child though you’re driving me wild,
You don’t make too many claims

So warm beside a winter fire
Anticipating dreams of golden gods
With one bright eye
And turquoise Pharaoh queens.

All souls long to thoughtless rest
Without the smallest prayer,
Like accidents of doubtful love
When no-one comes or cares.

All creatures cries and human voice
Repeat eternally on soft.
Moan winds and waxes of light
Upon an endless sea.

Geese fly across the moon
A child sings, from afar,
Sweetly out of time,
Galleons decked in stars. Oh help

All in and out of contact
Why do we walk these streets below the changing of all contract?
Don’t believe in movies,
John Wayne has done it again,
Good guy gets it wrong.