dead It's the same game, survival The great mass play a waiting game Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain All sense of freedom gone Black sun
play a waiting game. Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain. All sense of freedom gone. Black sun in a white world. Like having a black sun in a
Превод: Dead Can Dance. Black Sun.
mass play a waiting game. Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain. All sense of freedom gone. Black sun in a white world. Like having a black sun in
Stepchild, freak show Black girl, bad hair Broad nose, cold stare Tap shoes, Broadway Tuxedo, holiday Creative black, love song Stupid words, erased song Gun shots, orange house Dead
tolls the black plague has struck diseased eyes roll upwards as if knowing which direction their souls will travel (bring out your dead) a woman in
not to kick over the gas can There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance We have of just gettin' home, now could I get that lap dance
partners in spades and you renege Can't fuck with no nigga like that he get me jack Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to black I'm looking in the
you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all
the utmost darks of hell In dreams of black beyond the bounds Of a withered witch's spell Where the doors surely are locked When the sun threatens to
Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon In cabin or dance-hall camp
be my sleep under stone Never more I'll wake on a snowy bed Never - 'til the sun fails and the moon is dead In the black winds the stars shall die And
you wanna go crazy girl) oh oh (then you can be my baby girl) Before i drove i walked, kickin rocks in the park. Kick flip and drop. Shootin hoops on the black
He never does it but he tries again That old boy lost look could bruise you black and blue Everybody's looking for a single row so they can be alone
dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, To Flowers, when faith can