As the dove rains(x2) There's no ambition, told from vision Pre-recorded maze of wisdom Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling No ambition, plague of
Flogging the horses Report in the office Camels walking free Drinking honey tea Flogging the horses Report in the office Camels walking free While they
Liars! Shape my frown! I see through you words stone done like a hound Liars! Faceless clowns! I see through your herds all swimming to the shore
Something's wrong, that made me realise maybe now we're not so right Two people living different lives I used to think that I would never Ever be so
[PIANO INSTRUMENTAL]
Yes, no, yes, no, maybe, no All you're going to hear in this world that rocks and rolls Something mistaken, a dream taken from magazine fiction I fear
Fly, what you never know I will not bring you down I swear Don't wanna fuck right now I'm chillin' with ya Can we not just lie here and make love spiritually
When all the hail seems far away In my sight Like it won't ever rain here In this light, In this light Let me sit right by your side In this light Let
An inquisitive mind Will always tune into the world beyond. Curiously you'll find yourself Observing it all with intrigue. So keep a close eye Such a
Sheep-ridden country They pretend that's it's so free Falling, they're bleeding, never really question Why they die. Swim in the lake of death Eaten
Sanguine seas of bigotry Death in the squandering for A feat for the king of serpents The malice in the smog He's wicked, he's mad Blood rag clad under
The minds of power, devour nature Where can I find the four-leaf clover? Why do we wonder and where do we wander to? Thousands suffer, we sleep, they
Paint your face,Cover the black heads Short top bulging up your saggy tits Cut your skirt just a little bit shorter Don't you wanna Toilet paper going
[concept and lyrics by Mikee W Goodman] [additional lyrics by Justin Hill] Clinging on to any piece of mind That elevates me beyond those thoughts Start
Yeah, I've seen your second face What is your moral for today, is it still lies and trickery? I don't understand why This man has a thousand faces. How
[by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. 1985] Looka yonder! Looka yonder! Looka yonder! A big black cloud come! A big black cloud come! O comes to Tupelo. Comes
[concept and lyrics by Mikee W Goodman] This is a story bout A little man named Rod Who did not have a mind of his own Just went along with his pathetic
you will never really know until youve learnt to lead never understand until youve sown the seed you can gather information with the will to read but
