The Angels - Take a Long Line (Live) Lyrics
He was selling postcards from a paper standA whiskey bottle in his withered handHe put a finger on a photo from an old magazineAnd saw himself in the shadow of his dreamThey found him with his head inside a tin-pot crownTold him his feet stank and took him downtownCalled him agitator, spy and thiefShut him up in solitary third degreeTake a long line, reel him inHe tried to appeal to the king of mightHe said "I'm just excercising my sacred right"The king he said "You ain't got no rightsYou're a madman, a traitor, get outta my sight"Take along line, reel him inThey put him aboard a well wound whirlwindPulled out his teeth and rold him to grinHe gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wineAnd said "I never existed, you've been wasting your time"Take a long line, reel him in