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Hold Your Fire
- Patto -

Hold Your Fire (1971)

 

Hold your fire, don't shoot me
I'm in need of a friend
And I'm cold and seeking
shelter from the storm
Put aside your rifle
Help me steer around the bend
Help me find my way back
to the road for home

You see I'd grown my hair
I got my head all straight
Went after the American dream
But I always ended up outside
looking in on someone's scene

I was raised on hope and plastic carrot
strung out right before my face
I chased every pretty woman
looking my way twice
But they all disappeared without trace

I've been shoved around from town
to town it came so naturally
I've been stopped and searched maybe
fourteen times on my way from A to B
I've been pointed at by children
while I was sleeping in the park
And I was heading home dejected
when I scared you in the dark

You could see me there at every happening with my album by the Byrds
I was shown how to
question the great I Ching
but I could dig some of the words

I've smoked a ton of marijuana
I sat crossed legged
till my legs went numb
I made peace signs at the farmers
when they called me a no good bum

I've read pornographic literature
And I've studied the underground press
I had given my all to Krishna
who I was told would not take less
I spent three weeks
making necklaces from oriental beads
They were stolen by my guru
while I was high on glory seeds

See I'd taken to wearing sandals
And I'd given up watching TV
I was rolling up grass in the American flag and I was sick from snorting "C"
I blew my mind out on a trip one night
and I ran all the way back to town
But the minute I saw the lights in their faces I freaked and turned right around

Well my skin turned yellow
and my eyes sunk back
from my diet of boiled brown rice
I would shuffle past bright warm houses to my groove pad cold as ice
I've been beaten down and busted
and I've wound up on my own
And there's nothing left that buzzes me
So I'm returning home

 

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