Letra

The rising moon faces the sickening sun, As the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one, A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline-- Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity-- Sits back in his new leather chair Ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast. I'm smiling through my teeth. Anybody can be a millionaire, So everybody's gotta try But by the laws of this human jungle Only the heartless will survive. & Down there--but for the grace of god --go I. The smoke & the steam, & the broken down dreams, The hope, & the hunger, frustration & anger, The little drunken lives,-- Driven' through the traffic lights & Away from who they are! But I've been thinking of you-- In this great city of great solitude. Crossin' the central reservation, of my imagination, Searchin' for the world I... left behind. A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life. It's all I want--& all I miss-- But how can I return, to a place that don't exist! From Mombosa to Miami, Beiruit to Bangladesh, I've flown around the world standing On the wing of a jet. Tryin' to salvage my emotions From the bottom of the oceans-- Y'see I sold my soul, to pay for my dinner. My stomach grew fatter, but my heart grew thinner, I ain't foolin' I'm fallin', I wasn't wicked, just weak, I ain't lyin' I'm dyin', crippled by deceit-- Oh the hand that wrote the agony Has just begun-- Will be the hand that pulls the trigger --of this gun!
Writer(s): Matt Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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