Of Raymond - Lambchop

Written by：Kurt Wagner

I have stood here in this garden

Where you placed me in the spring

I have held my arms gracefully from my side

A dog dish and an afro pick

You laid beside me as a trick

Of compassion that comes through the night

In fields of green in fields of straw

There ain't no telling what we saw

As we stand together

On this hill

I used to be a part of a more complicated

Scheme

As furniture with glass upon my head

You paint me white you clean me off

You say my name each time you cough

It's a pattern

As old

As it gets

I'll stay right here till you get back

You're concrete white I'm plastic black

I'm the statue of the virgin

Mary

I am free from all decisions

I am free from all despair

You can see there's not a wrinkle

On my face

Looks pretty good from where I stand we

Crying fields no sins of man

All

For the love

Of raymond

All

For the love

Of raymond