The plains outside of the city he was born in Look a lot like hell in the evening Industrial fires light up the sky The future looks dim in the smoky night Drinking cold gin and driving hot cars Never took anyone very far So he started to ask, Why am I here, and Why is God so silent? Will I lie, will I lie in the garden of heroes? The war escalated and he joined the army Told some lies to get a gun and a purpose Every night he would lie awake Will I lie in the garden of heroes? In the arms of a stranger in London A velvet room, black-market perfume He'd never found anything so profound In the garden of heroes On a wet dreary night after a brutal campaign He said, You're not a whore, you're a fallen angel And the angel in red said, When you're dead Will you lie in the garden of heroes? Will you lie, will you die in the garden of heroes? With the change rattling in his pockets He walked back to war with her kiss In his hands It's only the kind that can lie In the garden of heroesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
