Words and music RW 1978 Wake up Jamie strike a light For while you were lying dreaming IA've been up the waterside All with the gaff and the lantern
Someone told me you got to be free Someone told me to stand in the rear Keep on searchin' for kings in the street Keep on cryin' for something that's
La lune eclaire la clairiere ou je passe la nuit Devant le grand tribunal des sapins Au grand jury, je preterai serment Je dois prouver ma prouesse Je
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all circumstance is sabotage that which does not kill us makes us stranger command chaotic brute force the stars in your eyes stolen reprogrammed another
encoded transmissions spun out of control bring the purging insurrection of fals consciousness custodians of the agenda secure the contaminated areas
i wage an unholy war against your fucked up soul the shattered illusions of a thousand nightmares preserved in a jar of shit by god surprise you fucking
crawling over the bodies of your dead bastard children more like a loss to a plotline then you can tell your friends how cool it was to be pissed on
the clouds attacked slowly obscuring everything we took out our eyes and pretended we could see
the world looks like a finger painting done with broken hands i saw the last mantis today eat its own head and fuck itself into nothing into nothing
your hope collapsed like a burning orphanage under the weight of their expectations it must seem routine for you now snowing in their spit languishing
Someone told me you got to be free Someone told me to stand in the rear Keep on searchin' for kings in the street Keep on cryin' for something that
Awaken from the bliss of sleep The daybreak haunts you in such a subtle light I hear them, they tell me these roads we have travelled fork up beyond
