Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Armed , by - Shawn Phillips. Release date: 31.12.1970
Song language: English
Armed |
| Armed with the thought of being God |
| I respectfully decline |
| There wasn’t really very much money |
| And the work was awful hard |
| But we’ll get by |
| By the skin of our teeth |
| If we look at my denial |
| Well now here we go |
| We’re still on bloody trial |
| Filled with the scent of lilac gold |
| And wandering bazaars |
| Brought with love and simple chores |
| From hoping lands afar |
| Sent with characteristic joy |
| A value that is lost, embossed |
| While we sit here |
| They are still |
| Alive and teeming, millions |
| Struggling for the right to life |
| In desert homes of drifting sand |
| Or darkly gleaming light |
| Out in space |
| No mouths to feed |
| Just searching questing minds |
| They find |
| While they’re finding |
| They are coldly kind |