Terry Waite Sez Lyrics - Fall

Terry Waite Sez 

Terry Waite Sez 

Terry Waite Sez 

Give us a ring, give us a ring if you're 

Mister Big 

Sounding sour and frustrated 

With the pressure of his own life. 

Terry Waite Sez 

Terry Waite Sez 

There are trees, painted white doves 

Send us something [slip us something?] 

Send us something 

50 [blocks] at the hill provincial [parks] 

Let the real reverend walk 

He plans but they won't let him in 

Terry Waite Sez 

Terry Waite!