Can you feel the manmade mist As it starts to twist your lungs? Slower than guns
Breathe deep As you enter sleep Fell secure it's all around you
Can you see the golden brown As it circles round your town Town coming down
Smokin' stacks on industry's backs In this land of a cigarette pack Feel secure there all around you
Miles and miles of gasoline fumes In the air like transparent tombs Feel secure there all around you
DDT making bugs relax There in your food like poison tacks How about that
Eat well there all within you Town coming down Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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