On a tidal wave I stand Perhaps of me you've heard With a storm cloud in my hand I've come dispensing word
Of your company I've tired Your welcome here is worn It is you who lit this cradle pyre It is you who woke this storm
So I do this with regret But you've left me little choice When your mouth is full of threats When you speak you use my voice
Oh child where will you run When the world's on fire? Old man see what you've done As the flames grow higherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.