Big Country Comes A Time Lyrics

Comes A Time Lyrics

It's a holy place if you see things that way

Then they rattle the bones
and the analysts play

From his backward collar on a worn out book

Another working class poet with an abstract look

So take me up to the
edge of the world

And push me over again

Lead me up to the edge of
the world

There comes a time

Now, shake your hair and rattle your
cans

It's a service funded by a self-made man

Talks to victims and
industrial spies

He feeds you tobacco for the four-minute mile

So
take me up to the edge of the world

And push me over again

Lead me
up to the edge of the world

There comes a time

With some strange
god and a good right hand

We can chase the ghost from the promised
land

If the promised land turns out as it should

We can flood the
place with consumer goods

When the African general meets the bingo
queen

And the collective farmer joins the teenage dream

When the
miracle worker saves the chat show host

And the caveman paints another
holy ghost

So take me up to the edge of the world

And push me over
again

Lead me up to the edge of the world

There comes a time

So take me up to the edge of the world

And push me over again

Lead me up to the edge of the world

There comes a time

We can
storm the walls in our leisure wear

While we trap the beast in his stormy
lair

Then we'll smooth his image and we'll save his soul

While we
fill our schools with the gold we stole

With some strange god and a good
right hand

We can chase the ghost from the promised land

If the
promised land turns out as it should

We can flood the place with consumer
goods