Patti Smith "Boy Cried Wolf" Songtext

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Boy Cried Wolf

Oh, the story's told, been told, retoldFrom the sacred scriptures to the tabloidsAll the fuss and fight none above a whisperFrom the soul of gold to the belly of a boy

Well they drew him from the forestLike they draw bloodTied him to a tree like St. SebastianAnd he turned his head and let the arrows flyThrough the trees, the treesThe ornamental leaves

[Chorus:]And the boy cried wolfWolf don't comeWolf withinBoy cried wolf

In the ancient mold where they're dancing downCalling to the moon but it won't answerAnd they fell on their kneesPassed the bowl aroundAnd the blood, the bloodThe sacramental blood

[Chorus]

I am the body, I am the streamI am the wake of everythingThey bring me flowers that are myselfGarlands of blood that are myselfPraying for the lamb that is myselfSlaying the lamb that is myself

They drew him from the forestLike they draw bloodTied him to a tree like St. SebastianAnd he turned his head and let the arrows flyThrough the trees, the treesThe ornamental leaves

[Chorus]

I don't careI don't knowI don't mindI don't mind

Torn, rebornThe cries of our dismayAre nothing to the wind but whose to mindKings are lifted up and kings are thrownLost, retrieved, received the human tide

Innocence had its dayInnocence had its dayInnocence, innocence

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