See the women
Walking on concrete
Where once they strolled
On cherry blossom carpets
And why, oh why, must there always come a time
When a Pharaoh will rise who knows not Joseph?
They were sitting in a Nuremberg beer garden
Talking 'bout the city, the trials and the laws
Sitting in a Nuremberg beer garden
And a random wind was blowing
The saw dust 'round the floor
Said the elder to the younger
"I hear you went in-country"
Said the younger to the elder
"I hear you climbed a mountain.
And why, oh why must there always come a time
When a Pharaoh will rise who knows not Joseph?"
So they raised their glasses
To the women that they wronged
They raised their glasses
To the women in their songs
They raised their glasses
In the city that made them
They raised their glasses
To the love that might have saved them
Oh see the women walking on concrete
Where once they strolled on cherry blossom carpets
And why oh why must there always come a time
When a Pharaoh will rise who knows not Joseph?
So they took their guitars through the memory of a forest
One past the hospital
The other past the courthouse
And the stench of white roses
Trampled in the asphalt
Rose to meet the smell of New York City summer piss
Oh see the women walking on concrete
Where once they strolled on cherry blossom carpets
And why oh why must there always come a time
When a Pharaoh will rise who knows not Joseph?
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