Kreg Viesselman
The Pull
Well, Oh well, JezebelThe friends that you madeThey're headed for hellLazy old foolsThe sheep and the mules,For doing it just like you tellThe sailors comeBetween the stormsAnd they use you like a toolThey make promises nowWhen they're hungry some howJust to break them when they're fullWell, oh well, JezebelThere's a bird in your handAnd there's two in the wellNo one knows whyThe sparrow won't flyAnd nobody blames you he fellHe came to you like a newborn calfAnd he left you like a bullAnd you lost your holdOn your heartstrings, I'm toldBefore you felt the pullLetras de cancionesThe Pull, The PullOut on the endYou'd think I'd have learnedBut down I descendThe Pull, The PullBack on the mendBreaking my spiritAgainWell, oh well, you ragged girlI guess that you gave it a whirlSqueezing so hardOn that broken old shardIt's like to turn into a pearl
From Letras Mania