Atlas shrugged his shoulders and the whole world moved He didn't care he thought he was alone The new electric gypsies learn to play the blues When you care too much you'll know you're on your own
The whole world's runnin' downtown just to buy a gun Fear and loathing punctuate the pain So many branches wither from the Tree of Life Has all this been in vain?
Mother Mary, save the babies Now gentlemen and ladies I fear the time has come Mother Mary, save the babies Ah, gentlemen and ladies Atlas shrugs his shoulders But he knows not what he's done
I can see the whole world marching in a gray parade Hooded horsemen keep them all in line The Watchman counts the silent falling grains of sand It's plain to see we've wasted all our timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
