Home Lyrics - What is My Destiny
Mr. Poe's Grave Print E-mail
Share


They’ve judged me high, they’ve judged me low

But I still search for glory

A gutter drunk from Baltimore

Raised his head, said,” Hey you, what’s your story?”

A tell-tale heart has been my curse

I’m a scavenger of letters

I loose my tales upon the earth

Where I’m bound is some place better

I went down to Baltimore

Where the ravens perch on Mr. Poe’s grave

Never, nevermore will I go back to Baltimore

Lookin’ for glory
Baltimore's due west of next; the reaper's there and all the rest

Lookin’ for glory

There’s broken stained glass in Baltimore

In the churchyard on Mr. Poe’s grave

Hey Ho, waiting for the ravens

The drunkard said, “You’re a gloomy sort

On your search for glory

I’m blind drunk but I can see

I know your true story

Not enough milk from your mother’s tit

Raised on salt, not honey

Your burial is premature

Could you spare some drinking money?” 

I went down to Baltimore

Where the ravens perch on Mr. Poe’s grave

Never, nevermore will I go back to Baltimore

Lookin’ for glory
Baltimore's due west of next; the reaper's there and all the rest
Lookin’ for glory

There’s broken stained glass in Baltimore

In the churchyard on Mr. Poe’s grave

Hey Ho, waiting for the ravens


© 2005 - David Shapireau