Gazpacho - Massive Illusion [Remastered]

St John got gunned down with a cold ’38 Why don’t we pin him to the sky.... The rarest of the specimens are neatly locked away It’s all in my collection... It’s all in my collection... You know that bird has flown Can you forgive? A bird you’ll never own And your love is a graveyard Where the grasses grow low And the people that lie here Knew just what you know Now your shovel’s a shot glass and you drink your own toast You’re living your life as a ghost