Tytuł: Smokestack

• Wykonawca: Walkabouts
• Wyświetleń: 277

Swept the floor of dreams
   Live ones in the cracks
   Crawling from the woodwork
   Just to break your mother's back
  
   Hail the future king
   No surprises left
   Formula is widely know by chemists
   And the minds they've blown
  
   Smokestack
   Smokestack
   Smokestack
  
   Count 'em 1 in 10
   Can't hold on to htose threats
   Not-so-distant cousins
   Of the nails on which you slept
  
   Amateur contortionist
   With pyrotechnic skill
   This is not a mob you rule
   It's just the family barbecue
  
   Smokestack
   Smokestack
   Smokestack
  
   Smokestack
   Smokestack
   Smokestack
  
   Standing on my head
   And just in time to see
   A promise in each pocket
   And a liar in each sleeve
   The spoils have been crudely cut
   In out of balance halves
   Nothing left to peace or calm
   That explosions couldn't bring along