I dreamed a dream and a scurvy dream A very, very scurvy dream I dreamed I was Ned Ludd last night I was trying to put the world to rights And find the Unifying Theme A very, very scurvy dream
Saying “the cosmos is desacralised Now the world must be rebarbarised The cosmos is desacralised And the world must be rebarbarised Now the world must be rebarbarised
Long before this brazen age, this makeshift age of forays We men took pride to stand beside our solitary glories Ourselves alone, ourselves alone ‘gainst highwaymen and Tories Ourselves alone, ourselves alone ‘gainst highwaymen and Tories Now the age has come to rust, we’ve seen the death of wonder Now we rob graverobber’s graves and redisplay the plunder And we fill some dead composer’s staves with irony and thunder
You aborters, you haters, you whores and fornicators Prepare to be undone, prepare to be undone Prepare to be undone, prepare to be undone”
That’s only what this old guitar puts into my mouthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
