Pearls Before Swine - Casablanca lyrics

The man with the shadows, on his face sits in a chair Calls the cobwebs lace Behind his painted smile, the desert looms for miles in Casablanca. In the millhouse, another man spirals 'round Now and then and after He drinks from a pitcher of warm spit but it's his so it doesn't matter in Casablanca. The boys in the blue bra** choir sing old tunes with their boots And a heavy beat And when the song is done, Jesus lies bleeding in the streets of Casablanca. The man with the shadows, on his face sits in a chair Calls the cobwebs lace Behind his painted smile, the desert looms for miles in Casablanca In Casablanca, in Casablanca, in Casablanca ...