If a sureness carries with it a plague And it's urbane in it's blandness It leaves nothing unscathed Zombie at the ticker tape fete Harmless and monochromatic
Under a fading sun Another failing engine with an end in sight Under a fading sun Another failing engine
When they closed in When the massacre came They were boring They were bullshit Will they paint the town grey? Probably Dig a pitiful grave You're too late Too late
Scammed
While the critical say ‘you're the last of a dying breed' The river makes way for the next of a breeding death O' the critical say ‘you're the last of a dying breed' The river gives way Quick, the bastards are coming
Mountebanks and harlequins A gift horse with a toothless grin
Under a fading sun Another failing engine with an end in sight Under a fading sun Another failing engine
Roll over Beethoven for average perfectionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
