Watching flowers in the sky Wasted hours slip by Years of worry, weeks of strain All for nothing in vain?
When your decomposing face lies in the ground When your ego disappears and can't be found That's when you'll know What it's like to be
Flying monsters spitting fire Killing people, I'm a liar? What they fight for, heaven knows I thank God I'm not one of those
When your decomposing face lies in the ground When your ego disappears and can't be found That's when you'll know What it's like to be
I'm an apple on a tree I'm unhappy, oh no, not me What you look for, may you find Is not likely to be unkind
When your decomposing face lies in the ground When the ideas of a nation turn around That's when you'll know Just what it's like to be An apple on a tree just like meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
