The village idiot takes the throne His the wind in which all must sway All sane people, die now Be lifted up and carried away You've got no home in this world of sorrows'
There's a parasite feeding on Everybodys bag of rage What goes out returns again To smite the mouth and burn the page Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows
I can see in the dark its where I used to live I see excess and the gaping need Follow the money see where it leads Its to shrunken men stuffed up with greed They meet and make plans in strange half-lit tableaux
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows
You've got no home in this world of sorrowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.