I can hear them ranting Like a choir of angels, those cunts
Not singing nor dancing here All eyes down for the casting Spell trough scraped dry
Practising our sincerest sorrows All full faced to the grind of stone
The drag of that inert through toil Of chained wrought sinew Ragged faces turned up to the rain Staring down, drawing down the rain Staring down, drawing down the rain Drawing down the rain Drawing down
All our ears are open All our eyes are smiling Gracelessly receiving empty threats of heaven
As grist to and from these dark Satanic mills A barren wasteland dreamt Through streets of prescription mist There is no attenuating this No attenuating this
Holes in the heart of this city Holes
Drawing down the rain
Heaven calling, calling through sewer-gratings.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
