Gone Jackals - Covering Hallowed Ground Lyrics

I was taking in the haight With a guest from l.a. Wearin underwears Like a hat on my head. The spirit of the sixties Was all around From high on hippie hill We surveyed the sacred ground. Covering hallowed ground. Well, I was south of the slot By closing time My black leather chaps Afloat the crystalline tide. I wheelied down an alley That shined with lube Checked the ghost of sylvester By the light of the man on the moon. Covering hallowed ground. When daybreak broke I hit the beach but found no sand, Though saints peter and paul Were close at hand. A screamer bared his knife And drew a fleet of black and whites - A book he d written, way back when, Had changed my life. Gone Jackals Lyrics Covering Hallowed Ground Lyrics