Shuffled up Sixth Street in the rain Kept my head down as I looked past the people And in the department store I found what I was looking for This is the church, this is the crucible They come out to Broadway and they look for me I'm on the red steps smoking a cigarette Easy to recognize, black bandages on my eyes This is the church, these are the congregants
Sun sets on the broad square and lights come up Feel like this town's gonna put a quick end to me But if I came here to drown, I'm gonna take a few people down This is the church, occupied by the enemyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
