Alfred Jones died somewhere in the shadows Out on the street where he was tamed Although he was just a homeless old man Cops were called to look for someone to blame Who killed out of boredom or who killed for fame They took stoned teenagers for first-degree murder
But who today is worthy of high company? And who today can find his own destiny? And who today is brave enough to disagree? And who today can look so far as eyes can see?
Before a binge drinking somewhere in the shadows Alfred on the sidewalk was beggin' for a cash Meanwhile dozed teenagers were looking for a clash Well he knew they'll turn him into the ash ‘Cause they used to kill and robber worthless pavement trash So they hit him with the axe and filled in with the snow
Can we go straight not knowing the road? Can we turn somewhere when signs nothing bode? Can we look at ourselves until we're not corrode? Can we feel the pain not knowing the weight of the load?
The undertaker standing somewhere in the shadows Five people at Alfred's funeral Priest with a smile said: „My Dear, Farewell” Neighbourhood sayin' laughin': „Very Well!” But Devil said to them: „I'll meet you in Hell” We live in a place where mercy is a play
How many more times we will be reborn? How many times we'll resent a forewarn? How many losers can look with a scorn? And how many people unnecessarily has been born?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
