Leaning over the piranha pool You just wave your magic wand Dangling your fingertips Into the world of the just beyond. Sitting ever so quietly In your private dining room Guiding the waves of destiny Into the face of oblivion.
So you'd rather been an opera star At the turn of the century. Well you never asked for this miracle trip A genius in the military You're sincerely surprised with your own success Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads You never anticipate the final toll Still shining all your medals For the final curtain call.
You're always talking 'bout the here and after But it don't make much sense to me Still for all the men that you condemn Well I hope there's some kind of heaven And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
Leaning over the piranha pool You just wave your magic wand Dangling your fingertips Into the world of the just beyond. Sitting ever so quietly In your private dining room Guiding the waves of destiny Into the face of oblivion.
You're always talking about the here and after But it don't make much sense to me Still for all the men that you condemn Well I hope there's some kind of heaven And there's got to be some kind of hell for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
