England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar Until one day I saw how miserable things really are All fantastic images they only are apparent
What you do is what you are And wishing upon distant stars Won't improve the hole you're in And won't absolve your deepest sin But action is no gift
Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song Or a worn out broken record that keeps skipping along Mountains of instructions you keep piling on me Resound
, high In so many ways we live to follow the sun In so many ways we exalt and fail as one In so many ways we want so bad to be done In so many ways we
I am surely crazy Only an unrepentant pessimist Whose thoughts should be detained But facts are sterile, not vulgar nor sublime And they're not religion
Look around the country, an abundance you'll find Of mediocre minds Sift through the fodder as sane justice declines Because of mediocre minds Shrouded
Blood is a river, flowing darkly amidst the tangled roots Of the tall shining city, crazy flowing man tide migrations Engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken
You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees There's no substance There's no substance There's no substance There's no substance ...
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Here inside this quiet room there's direction Outside in the sultry noon, time reflection A million people scurry, they're looking for advice None willing
We all know politicians only go Just halfway there, just halfway there The innocence of youth needs protection not abuse But no one seems to care, yet
K-k-killer K-k-killer You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes Furniture makers, and carpenters too Bombers and commandos, all with some
I see a white haired man, he's got a pseudonym He's telling people how they're supposed to live Nobody's listening to the politician No matter what sage
Our apocalypse 1981 Teenage vagrants looking for some fun A renewed promise of prosperity A vulgar platform for the world to see, we were The hippy killers
You want prosperity For yourself, but not for me Somehow you just can't see We're in this collectively You think that freedom is A drastic severance
Yeah, they say there's a place free of trouble and care And you have to pass a test for to make it there It has something to do with the road that's straight
Since the start of the 17th century There's been the scent of unseasoned wood Burning in the air And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all While
Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket And your pants will start on fire One bird in the hand or two birds in the bush Neither do you any good
