Campo Miguel

Say what you want to say,
little brother
See what you want to see
Blame it on me, or God or
your lover
It’s a color of choice
It’s a wolf in the grass
Talk how you want to talk,
little sister
Shake how you want to shake
Giving it up for the tragedy wishers
It’s a heart made of stone
It’s a house made of glass
When mythology becomes
our history
And the lies become the truth
They give you a garden
Burn what you want to
burn, Elijah
Cut what you want to cut
Everyone’s dying to be a soldier
It’s an offer to God
It’s a head on a stake
Blow what you want to blow, Saint Michael
Kill who you want to kill
Everyone’s trying to break
the cycle
It’s a Damocles sword
It’s a file in a cake
When the lion lies down with the lamb
And the Hudson turns to wine
Will you still insist you’re just a man
Who can heal the sick and blind
Then they give you a garden
A most magical garden
Walk where you want to walk, Saint Patrick
Pray where you want to pray
You show us the Buddah pulled out of the hat
trick
It’s all about you
It’s all about me
Bless who you want to bless, Magdalena
Bleed where you want to bleed
But it really all starts down here in the campo
It’s a miracle drug
It’s a fight to be free
When holy men must beg for love
And pigs grow wings and fly
And the angels and the gods above
They fall out of the sky
Eyes will dance like Harlem lights
Together or alone
All your wrongs, they become right
We’ll welcome you back home
Here in the garden
A most magical garden