Lyrics Peter Murphy

Peter Murphy

Give What He's Got

Xavier new boy loves Venus the cat

But he's locked up in a whirlpool

The crowds see him

All complicated no shine

If they saw with their inner

They'd see a man bigger than kind

So much bigger than kind

Bigger than kind

Pray that he makes it

Pray that he makes it

Pray that he makes it

Pray that he makes it

Sets himself up

He's the target, its own shot

He's got to learn to relax, man

Give what he's got

He's diggin his own river bed

When it's hot out, he's a shiver

Looking for the water of life

He needs that water in his river

It's a shame he can't give

Give what he's got

He's got to learn to relax, man

Give the world a shot

Looking for the next world

It's a natural thirst

But the next world is made up

Of what you make of this one first

Pray that he makes it

Pray that he makes it

Pray that he makes it

Pray that he makes it