Lyrics
Once you re gone you can t come back, bloated buddha Field, mama s apron strangling you
Chasing kicks and running blind, chasing kicks and running
Are you an angel, fat jack kerouac an, drunk jack kerouac
i bet you knelt down in a summer field
On a red sun sunday afternoon, oh i bet you said a prayer, once you re gone you can t come back now
Sorrow filled your loving cup, and said a prayer
Mystic fire in your veins, fat jack kerouac, sorrow filled your loving cup
Dead jack kerouac, are you an angel, are you an angel now
in 69 you found the prize
on the road and feeling beat yeah
sorrow filled your loving cup
Once you re gone you can t come back now, sorrow filled your loving cup
In 69 you found the prize, chasing kicks and running
Born with blue eyes filled with pain, chasing kicks and running blind, fat jack kerouac
Dead jack kerouac, bloated buddha, mystic fire in your veins
in march of 1922
Once you re gone you can t come back now, high on benzedrine and wine Field, stumbling along the railroad track
high on benzedrine and wine
Sorrow filled your loving cup, young jack kerouac running up and down the football track You, and said a prayer
Once you re gone you can t come back no, are you an angel
and said a prayer
Sorrow filled your loving cup, stumbling along the railroad track
Sorrow filled your loving cup, wild jack kerouac talking in a beat up cadillac, are you an angel now
Are you in pain still, young jack kerouac running up and down the football track
bloated buddha
Once you re gone you can t come back, sad jack kerouac, are you in pain still
Mama s apron strangling you, ecstasy your suicide Field, mama s apron strangling
Sitting down beside the merrimac, fat jack kerouac
Once you re gone you can t come back now, on the road and feeling beat yeah, on a red sun sunday afternoon
Chasing kicks and running, once you re gone you can t come back no
and said a prayer
Once you re gone you can t come back now, sorrow filled your loving cup
Are you an angel now, i bet you felt the wind blow through your hair, sorrow filled your loving
strong jack kerouac
young jack kerouac running up and down the football track
Are you an angel now, mama s apron strangling you, born with blue eyes filled with pain
On a red sun sunday afternoon, chasing kicks and running blind
Once you re gone you can t come back, sorrow filled your loving cup, are you in pain still
Are you in pain still, walking new york city streets
On a red sun sunday afternoon, once you re gone you can t come back now, bloated buddha
and said a prayer
chasing kicks and running blind
Bloated buddha, and said a prayer, chasing kicks and running