Pits o’ Thunder Songtext
von Zero

To the splits in New York City
To the streets seeing robbery blind
Come back home to San Francisco
And try to reclaim your mind

Get drunk in San Diego
On a fifth of tango red
Find a blanket under the freeway
And rest your weary head
Go down to Mexico
In a red and white Chevrolet
Come back home on a bolt of thunder
To tow your wheels away

What do you want for all you got?
What will you take for what you are?
Times are rough and it′s no wonder
Looking for love in the pits of thunder


Down in the valley of grease blue light
Under a flameout sun
Dance with the bagman's black-eyed daughter
On the head of a conga drum

Here in the breachbone pits of thunder
Land of the morning star
Here in the circle of one sun rolling
You find out who you are
A little repent beneath the bough
Out of a mustard seed
A pepper in the soup and a kiss in the cup
You are all I need

What do you want for all you got?
What will you take for what you are?
Times are rough and it′s no wonder
Looking for love in the pits of thunder

Here in the morning of a newborn day
A street sweep following your heels
Walking in the gutter where dead men play
And the bell of judgment peals


Find hope in a cup of coffee
Or a day-old jelly roll
Tuck out on the pits of thunder
For the heartbeat of your soul
Find love if you care to look
Where others would look away

Here in the whirlwind pits of thunder
Where the hounds of heaven bay

What do you want for all you got?
What will you take for what you are?
Times are rough and it's no wonder
Looking for love in the pits of thunder
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