It's time to rebuilding Dresden, the great machines come a-rumbling in The desecration of the ruins and everything that might have been You showed me the square in the melting snow As the light was beginning to fade But your melancholy eyes betrayed you Just as you have been betrayed I get culture shock coming back to the west - I can feel the wicked sting I see the stores all glittering like idiot's gold beckoning the innocents in The constructed face of a civilised world, complete cosmetic control But it's not far back to the caves and the trees And soon it will be time to go Freedom? I don't hear any more songs of freedom.
121st street and rising the western dream aspires The crack kings like to drive German cars and there's children up for sale The streets are left scorched and barren There's twenty-seven channels on the cable television Get gang murder hype from Tinseltown to sell a movie about Malcolm X But freedom? I don't hear any more songs of freedom.
So pinned down and what do we get? A longer piece of rope for our cute little necks Sweet liberty and her faithlessness Freedom? I don't hear any more songs of freedomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
