Guyegaros

Who’s that man in the anaconda skin jacket?
With a fox slung cross his shoulder and a pistol 'round his waist…
Guyegaros, put down your guitar, and meet me in the choir
She said, when my foot was bleeding, he came down to heal me…
and when my faith was fleeting, his voice did reveal me and then standing behind an altar, he took off his robes
and then we saw all the seekers of the promises unfold
Guyegaros, put down your guitar and meet me in the choir
She said «Lord when I strike out at you please strike me back»
She said «Don't turn the other cheek now, strike me back…
because I need to know if you are there so I need you to strike me from the air»
So I’m wandering in this southern desert
and the sands are beating through my souls
and then I see this man in his snake skin jacket
with a lamb slung cross his shoulder and a pistol round his waist
Guyegaros, put down your guitar and meet me in the choir