You were so poised like some matador raising his steel it's the same old useless ceremony and a last bow before the kill Every junkie in this laundromat is equal in the eyes of your lord but you just put your hand to your hip you're gonna give them a taste a taste of your sword I get so restless I get so restless I get so restless restless sir In what you hoped looked so dignified you played your exit for a laugh and like they've done so many times before they made excuses on your behalf and every street Jesus and suicide, is just another voice that goes unheard every candle in the cathedral a prayer for a better world I get so restless I get so restless I get so restless restless sir You were so poised like some matador raising his steel it's the same old useless ceremony and a last bow before the kill and in the not too distant future you'll have the preacher and soldier floating round in space the soldier's finger on the trigger the preacher's joined in a state of grace I get so restless I get so restless I get so restlessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
