Flowers
And I was at a sporting event
The crowd was screaming, "Barabbas!"
As I lie down among the men
I couldn't understand what was happening
And I was at the Colosseum
As lions devoured the millionaires
Too far back to even see 'em
And I wore flowers in my hair
Son of God and of woman
Mary's acting different
She hides a knife in her bouquet
She won't lie down among the men
Or move aside to clear the way
I met her when the game let out
And touched the flowers in her hair
And held her lips against my mouth
And filled my lungs with dirty air
Son of God and of woman
Writer/s: Broderick Germain, Kenneth Paul Boothby, Paul Bernard Vroom
