Zabba from Beggar Joe by Beggar Joe

Visions
Of holy travellers
Ridding on waves of sound
To bear down on your dreams
To whisper historic fears
Into your ears
As the band turns to sand
Meet then down below
To share what has been given
To heal the high blows
And drive away what has been driven

Zabba do Da
Zabba do doe doe
Zabba do Da
Zabba do doe doe

The truth does not always inspirer
So they lie to them selves
Oh your pride dies with your sins
So have a thought for the first thinkers
As we try to out last ourselves

Were trying to outlast our selves
Out last ourselves
Were trying to outlast our selves
Out last ourselves

There’s little to be said
Against the situation that were all facing
It’s the colour of our time
Destruction of poet performers
Passing down to designer rebels
It’s a phantom pantomime
Hunt through the diluted delusions
With a big old dulled spoon
Trying to find the new old real
Timber says the wood chopper
Down falls the high street shopper

And were trying to outlast ourselves
Out last ourselves
Were trying to outlast our selves
Out last ourselves

Zabba do Da
Zabba do doe doe
Zabba do Da
Zabba do doe doe

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