Language City is a bad old place We all know Where eyeballs float in space We all know
We're tired We can't sleep It's crowded here None of us leave Language City don't mean a thing to me
Audiences, the same program is always on I didn't fail, it's best to avoid the law When your wife wakes up and sees Shut the blinds and block out the street Language City don't mean a thing to me
All this working, just to tear it down (x2)
Language City is a bad old place We all know Eyeballs float in space We all know
We're tired We can't sleep It's crowded here None of us leave Language City don't mean a thing to me
I been here so long my heart is a parking lot Hollow feet, rooted to the spot But the fields are beyond belief From the tower out to where I can see Language City don't mean a thing to me
All this working, just to tear it down (x2)
And on the telephone, on the telephone, on the telephone Somebody's counting the hours
And in a paper room, in a paper room, in a paper room Somebody's counting the hours
And now I know it's true, in a golden room, in a golden room Somebody's counting the hours, the hours, the hours, the hours
Oh the long bitter road Let us down Oh the ringing telephone There's no one around
We are not at home (x6) We are not at home (x6) Hang on the telephone (x4)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
