Where are all the pretty places Oh, where did they go Torn down by all the lonely faces For something to hold
Flattened static, paved in progress's name But what will all our little children say When the only place to play Is in the dirty rain
Poison river, muddy water A dead man’s float Plastic people stacked in towers With nowhere to go
The sun will fill with ice and concrete grey Cold and dark go on for days and days Till the only thing that remains Is the dirty rain
Nothing’s really ever gold anymore Nothing shines like it did before Nothing’s really ever gold anymore Nothing shines like it did before
Flattened static, paved in progress's name But what will all our little children say When the only place to play Is in the dirty rain The dirty rainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
