Covering Hallowed Ground Lyrics - The Gone Jackals

I was taking in the haight 

With a guest from l.a. 

Wearin underwears 

Like a hat on my head. 

The spirit of the sixties 

Was all around 

From high on hippie hill 

We surveyed the sacred ground. 

Covering hallowed ground. 

Well, I was south of the slot 

By closing time 

My black leather chaps 

Afloat the crystalline tide. 

I wheelied down an alley 

That shined with lube 

Checked the ghost of sylvester 

By the light of the man on the moon. 

Covering hallowed ground. 

When daybreak broke 

I hit the beach but found no sand, 

Though saints peter and paul 

Were close at hand. 

A screamer bared his knife 

And drew a fleet of black and whites - 

A book he d written, way back when, 

Had changed my life.