Wilson Joliet Lyrics - John Cale

She was so afraid of everything she said 

Since her mother told her why once upon a time 

There was no rhyme 

Before the clock slammed another door 

Of the weary hours we were facing a second hand shylock 

Shylocked in, in on us 

I saw what it had taken 

Playing back that old brigade of mine 

Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme 

Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme 

Cause me and nigger marched 

Yes, me and nigger blasted our way out 

Of here just like yesterday 

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Yesterday's streets were burnt down into shells 

Mothers weep while children sleep 

Like ancestors in the ground 

The misery of nuns lie together like sons 

Who do not have the taste for the battle 

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We are shuffled like a pack of cards in the dead of night 

Like lovers below Bataan, below the senses 

Cause the senses smell of tears 

While we and nigger marched 

Blasted our way out of here 

Close the door and let's have some private life