Tommy Bolin - Lotus lyrics

rate me

Cool he dies on his own time,

Roarin' I won't hear your thunder.

Called each other Chinese names,

If, oh, the book just has a number.

There's a garden where the devil lurks,

Such a strange life this.

They break their backs for sweat and gold,

And all the things in which they buy.

Things that I thought were heavy loads,

Like a Lotus in an oriental sky.