We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure and we laid our armor down Now these precious metals, these captain's letters are no use to us now In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater than any offer was We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys unable to hold their own guns Now I know that soldiers are not paid to think but something is making us sick Onward and steady Able and young In the valley of the low low sun
In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder out into the back of beyond Burning the daylight into a pastime that's too wise to come more than once Oh it's boom boom thunder, ain't no sleep coming out mining a slippery world Of snow covered beaches, junkyards of diesel and bombers named after girls On bridges of black ice not built for the rush There's a new kind of beast getting up Stranger than fiction Speaking in tongue In the valley of the low low sun
Hold on for the slow turning Smoke if you've got 'em boys This is bottom hiding out Down under the stairs Tomorrow has come like it's drunk on the blood Of men who have dared to be there
The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding it's way up around the sun As cool water crashes down to the masses bootlegged and bottled like rum My dreams are humble, lean as arrows and streetwise ready and fair As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails On high seas not fit to be sailed Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven But baby we just look like hell Now act like you mean it where paradise was In the valley of the low low sun Act like you mean it where paradise was In the valley of low low sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
