When all the bread's gone Will the father hear my calls In the clutter In the dim light In a world full of souls Will he hear mine Whoah, whoah, whoah Whoah, whoah, whoah We're burning leaves at dawn Cigarettes feed the calm For here there lives a black light Just like a serpent beyond white pickets It writhes and slithers Never could forget In the broad light Beyond closed shutters Concealing its true colors With a black book By the bedside In prayer and in cries Whoah, whoah, whoah Whoah, whoah, whoah Unfeeling, the Gun and the Gold No regrets, fear the bold For here there lives the dark rage of defiance And I've the go ahead I've got these old ways down to a science And I'm gonna burn the bridge And go, whoah whoah Whoah, whoah, whoah The current's strong against the boat Jibe the sails, ease the load For here I feel the hard strain of the giant, Feel how firm he grasps But I've got the courage of a lion And I'm steering firm ahead Alone, whoah, whoah Whoah, whoah, whoah Whoah, whoahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
