Neil Armstrong is walking with Mary Edwards Talking about the love they found on Tinder Crossing the street on the cold morning after
The protest is all over There's flowers in the street And everyone you meet is still asleep
Half the people are in chains And the other half have the key That's how it's been, that's how it has to be
Pocahontas, Walt Disney and Al Capone They're gathering up dust for the tombstone All the mourners in their black veils sing and moan There's nothing left to say Thе execution is over Thе party went all night but now you're sober
On the day that you're born You become someone's enemy That's how it goes, that's how it has to be
Invalids of the cloth, they hand out pamphlets To soldiers who've been punished for their service Even the secret service, they look nervous
As the killer's face get's painted Across the evening news Even the corespondent looks confused
God made the devil If he did make anything Iv'e heard it said, that's how it has to be
Shadows have grown long around the city You can still see Andy Warhol and Oprah Winfrey Hanging pictures of Susan B. Anthony
On the walls of the mausoleum The gates of the colosseum Hoping someone on the inside still might see ‘em
Love and hate, they will wound you equally That's how it works, that's how it has to beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
