Wildebeest Lyrics

	When Steven Foster died
	In thought this on the bury
	His wone and wallward hill
	Just a corner in the den
	But the crocodile’s back to eat
	The crocodile’s back to eat
	He smashed his head on the sink
	In the bitter fever of gin
	The wildebeest go crazy with thirst
	Pull down as he try to drink
	But deep down in the smallest street
	Even crocodiles dream their dreams
	And as the heard galloped off
	He may all night fall past 4
	Singing Beautiful Dreamer
	As the lions begin to roar
	But we all have our beautiful dreams
	Waiting for us like wildebeests
	And when we wait at the river
	To cross to that gleaming shore
	The river show he’s next to feed
	As the feed thunders across
	But the river has oceans to feed
	She has beautiful ocean to feed
	And the oceans, they feed the sky
	And the sky feeds the earth
	And Steven Foster’s beautiful ghost
	Laid down to feed us all
	To feed took vows the songs
	Echoing cross the wild plains

	When Steven Foster died
	In thought this on the bury
	His wone and wallward hill
	Just a corner in the den
	But the crocodile' s back to eat
	The crocodile' s back to eat
	He smashed his head on the sink
	In the bitter fever of gin
	The wildebeest go crazy with thirst
	Pull down as he try to drink
	But deep down in the smallest street
	Even crocodiles dream their dreams
	And as the heard galloped off
	He may all night fall past 4
	Singing Beautiful Dreamer
	As the lions begin to roar
	But we all have our beautiful dreams
	Waiting for us like wildebeests
	And when we wait at the river
	To cross to that gleaming shore
	The river show he' s next to feed
	As the feed thunders across
	But the river has oceans to feed
	She has beautiful ocean to feed
	And the oceans, they feed the sky
	And the sky feeds the earth
	And Steven Foster' s beautiful ghost
	Laid down to feed us all
	To feed took vows the songs
	Echoing cross the wild plains

	When Steven Foster died
	In thought this on the bury
	His wone and wallward hill
	Just a corner in the den
	But the crocodile' s back to eat
	The crocodile' s back to eat
	He smashed his head on the sink
	In the bitter fever of gin
	The wildebeest go crazy with thirst
	Pull down as he try to drink
	But deep down in the smallest street
	Even crocodiles dream their dreams
	And as the heard galloped off
	He may all night fall past 4
	Singing Beautiful Dreamer
	As the lions begin to roar
	But we all have our beautiful dreams
	Waiting for us like wildebeests
	And when we wait at the river
	To cross to that gleaming shore
	The river show he' s next to feed
	As the feed thunders across
	But the river has oceans to feed
	She has beautiful ocean to feed
	And the oceans, they feed the sky
	And the sky feeds the earth
	And Steven Foster' s beautiful ghost
	Laid down to feed us all
	To feed took vows the songs
	Echoing cross the wild plains

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