Hey now my red clouds're rolling in To catalogue and number every stone cold dream And I've seen Sal thumbing his way up to the stars I've seen angels in the shooting galleries and heroes in the bars
I've seen a death warrant out on the moon I saw what happened when the prophet spoke too soon And I heard the radio sneeze into the evening And all the bat-squeak singers selling fake hope to the sleeping
I've seen the cover up of cold hard facts And they're burning acid holes in the magazine racks And I saw Jenny have a baby in the street Where they're playing blind mans bluff between the dying and the concrete
I've seen a paper corpse holing up a doorway I heard the lonely voices singing "yeah, I did it your way" And I held the future up to a looking glass It bears a striking resemblance to the embers of the past
I've seen the chorus-girls, the ribbons and the rot Seen electoral debates on the steel-rim of a whiskey shot And I caught the glimmer in a hurricane's eye I've seen these AK-47s with their noses to the sky
And I smelled the ghosts of the ashes and the orchids I've got promises tattooed to the insides of my eyelids And I'll be watching when the Richter reaches 10 I bled by these weapons, babe, and now I'm one of them Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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