Still too much I recall of them gnawed out bones which the mattock of time buried beneath the pavement And to wade in the shades won't clear the air, won't erase the stench of them dead
Will the solace be found from the north of the ditch Dug deep with my own beaten shovel For sure it is not in the notes of the self-pity moan Could it be at the end of the double barrel
The time is nigh
Until the end I'll deny that there's sense in this life I am what I am, a futile man And till the end I'll deny that there's meaning behind I am what I am, a futile man
Now, hear my child this weight will land on your shoulders You too will pay this debt of despair I'm not here to teach you or to show you the way It wouldn't make any difference
The time is nigh
Until the end I'll deny that there's meaning behind I am what I am, a futile man And till the end I'll deny that there's sense in this life I am what I am, a futile man
Still too much I recall of them gnawed out bones which the mattock of time buried beneath the pavement And to wade in the shades won't clear the air, won't erase the stench of them dead
Until the end I'll deny that there's sense in this life I am what I am, a futile man And till the end I'll deny that there's meaning behind I am what I am, a futile manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
