The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
I always knew it had to be something else besides what I imagined I heard; birds don't shed, they molt. But I always imagined a guy sitting out in the desert all alone with only molting buzzards for company, watching the sun go down...so I sang it anyway.
Later I decided it must be "with the blood that's shed", which made more sense, and it was then that a friend corrected me. I like both my versions, but I like the first one better.
9/22/2007 12:57 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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