Through these last fifty years as Television's taught us war is folly And that you should never throw over your real friends And in the end it might be better to give the trophy back And tell em how you were cowed and conscripted Giving milk for a war that you now understand
Through these last ten thousand years As books have taught us, that love is folly and that If you only have one friend then you're famous And there's work and then there's making work as invisible as Wishing it down into pillform while staging spills With the drink in your opposite hand
Through these last several moments words have taught me that words Are folly and that when the ancient slams into the transient There's no way to determine who should get their money back And after this everything is fitness Bigger dreams, bigger screens, bigger feelings are plannedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
