The Lion
The lion is dead tonight
The lion is dead tonight
But on the picture
Sandy smiles
Sitting down on its back Sandy smiles
Sitting down on its back she smiles
The woman's so proud
But the sky's full of clouds
Holding the gun of her crime
As she was holding a tin of soda lime
Holding the gun of her crime
As she was holding a tin of soda lime
The lion has closed its tiny eyes
On the jungle's shore
The lion sleeps on the road
On the jungle's shore
The lion sleeps on the road
And the wind sweeps the land
Telling us how he was grand
The lion is dead tonight
Writer/s: Catherine Kertesz
