Chris Whitley - WPL Lyrics

All these lies
Pass you by
And lies of dissension
In doctrine of tension

Nowhere time
Obvious town
Some religion's sex
All around

Well, she must have just got here
She had nothing to sell nobody yet
Wild pagan love
Wild pagan love

Just to talk with her
Just whatever was goin' on
She got no dogma about her, no
No moral questions
No moral questions

Wild pagan love
Wild pagan love
Wild pagan love