Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Indian Rope Man , by - Frumpy. Song from the album Best Of Frumpy, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1996
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Indian Rope Man |
| Fog dangling thick |
| Can’t see the right road, streets are sick |
| The eight day mill it might grind slow |
| But it grinds fine, yeah |
| Indian rope man, while looking on |
| Tells common clay he’s heavenly born |
| Retired layman looks on in scorn |
| With a transplanted heart |
| Kiss him quick, he has to part |
| Indian rope man he sees the times |
| Splitting loose the edge of minds |
| He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah |
| Kiss him quick, he has to part |
| As the fog dangling thick |
| Can’t see the right road, streets are sick |
| The eight day mill it might grind slow |
| But it grinds fine |
| Indian rope man, while looking on |
| Tells common clay he’s heavenly born |
| Retired layman looks on in scorn |
| With a transplanted heart |
| Kiss him quick, he has to part |
| Oh, yeah |