1. |
Lead Sky
02:53
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Lead sky's falling on our heads again
it's been a century since autumn came
I look back, can't recall anything
there's not much worth remembering
It's a mediocre tragedy
without a tragic end
without a tragic end
passion dissolves in monotony
to which there is no end
to which there is no end
Lead sky's falling down on our heads
Lead sky's falling on our heads again
it's been a century since autumn came
I am pressed to the ground,
I'm pressed on every side
I look ahead and can't imagine anything
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2. |
Don't Look Down
02:27
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Don't look down, don't look down
walk along the line
if you fix your eyes on the end
you won't fall down
walk the rope, don't look down
think about the end,
when you reach it you can rest
and then start again
Don't look down
don't look down, don't look down
there's no safety net
clench your teeth and move on steadily
look straight ahead
and you know, you still have choice
you've always had
you can either walk the rope
or hang from its end
Don't look down
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3. |
Forget
02:25
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so you've been there and you didn't like it
and you now wish you could move back in time
wondering how you could get addicted
to a drug that just won't get you high
and it's getting dark
and you're getting drunk
sitting in front
of a mirror that has lipstick traces on it
telling tales you'd like to forget
to forget...
so you've been there and you didn't like it
now you're back and it's even worse
someone has stolen your straight jacket
in which you felt so safe an warm
and it's getting dark
and you're getting drunk
sitting in front
of a mirror that has lipstick traces on it
telling tales you'd like to forget
to forget...
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4. |
Broken Cups
02:25
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Can't fit my dreams into a ballot box
No ballot box is big enough to contain them all
Can't keep my hands off what I want and what I want I can't afford
my stomach knows better than your charts what crisis means
been living the crisis all my life
almost got used to it
bumming cigarettes
and cursing under my breath
I saw how you clean up
all the mess you've made
yeah, I saw you put broken cups back on the shelf
yeah I saw you sweep under the rug all what was left
ain't got a table in the VIP room
in the brand new world they are all booked by you
I don't really need it, I don't really care
don't want to sit there when it falls apart, I don't want to be there
digging in the dumpster
and finding myself
I saw how you clean up
all the mess you made
yeah, I saw you put broken cups back on the shelf
yeah I saw you sweep under the rug all what was left
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5. |
Police Song
03:06
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Streets are empty,
decent people are asleep
only thieves are out now
police are searching,
police are searching me again
they think they can do what they want
don't you treat me like a dog
don't you treat me like a dog
or I will bite your legs off
they say I've the right to
remain silent when all I want to do now is shout
lamps bend over us it seem it's not enough
for justice to regain her sight
don't you treat me like a dog
don't you treat me like a dog
or I will bite your legs off
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6. |
Late
03:04
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late hour, I'm late again
I missed the last train, I missed the last train
I'm the only one, on the platform
who's neither homeless or homesick
If I smoked, I would be smoking now
but I quit, one month ago
it feels like I lost a friend,
my late friends are my best friends
I'm not sure if I'm not dead it's been so long since
I felt alive, I think I died
last night when she asked me if I was listening to her
I wasn't there
late hour, I'm late again there's no one to tell me when
the next train, comes to take me to
a place where I can begin anew
I'm not sure if I'm not dead it's been so long since
I felt alive, I think I died
last night when she asked me if I was listening to her
I wasn't there
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7. |
Grey Blood
03:29
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all the passengers look like ticket controllers today
and the billboards, they all are like slaps in the face
if you opened my veins you would see that my blood is grey
our grey blood is spilled all over the place
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8. |
Gallows On Wheels
02:38
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what a lovely day, it's a perfect day
for a ride, we're going nowhere
on the gallows on wheels
did you notice that
there are 24 halters hanging
from the ceiling in the bus number 3
and the driver says there is no love
there's gear and breaks and clutch
count: 1 2 3 4 5 6
what a lovely day, it's a perfect day
for ride, we're going nowhere
on the gallows on wheels
yes, we're going nowhere
and we've never gone faster
nobody has ever gone downhill that fast
and the driver says there is no love
there's gear and breaks and clutch
so count: 1 2 3 4 5 6...
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9. |
Fugitive Blues
03:43
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this is not my table,
this is not my bed
these are not my books and
this is someone else's shelf
at night I hear voices
say it's not my place
I repeat it to myself
these are not my hands,
this is not my head
this not my body
it belongs to someone else
strangers on the street
say that I should leave
but I don't know where to go
days turn into nights
nights turn into days
I sleep in my clothes
I'm prepared to go away
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10. |
Get Me Out Of Here
03:07
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Sitting at the table,
I can't gather my thoughts
I'd like to tell what is on my mind
but it's not
of any interest to you
and you're so beautiful
arranging words
and putting sentences in the right
order just to stumble over them when I try
to tell you that you drive me mad
words stuck in my throat, no I won't tell you now
I could write a letter but your door's next to mine
and it's not
of any interest to you
somebody get me out of here
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11. |
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no, no, no,
something's wrong with everything
you won't make me believe it's not
I am not paranoid
it is not ghosts that haunt
this place, it's emptiness
it closes in on me
it closes in on me
Something is wrong with everything
no, no I'm not insane
it's you who are deranged
praising this ugliness
calling grief happiness
this world is upside down
I feel like getting drunk
I am clear-headed when
I am staggering
Something is wrong with everything
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12. |
Heaven Is Underground
01:17
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Heaven is under the ground
why would they bury the dead?
and heaven for pigs and cows
is located in your guts
and the angles work in mines,
deep, deep under the ground
they do not believe in people
they do not believe in us!
No no no!
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13. |
Son Of The Gutter
04:43
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wherever I go you keep saying
I should go where I come from.
where do I belong?
where do I belong?
I'm a son of the gutter
I ain't got no home
you sold me with the house I lived in
like a piece of furniture
I was down and out
just overnight
I looked for a rope
now I look for a knife
got nothing to lose,
I lost all I had
wherever I go you keep saying
I should go where I came from.
where do I belong?
I'm a son of the gutter
I ain't got no home
And all the birds sing for me
your churches ring
their bells for you...
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