pounding-sea
it's a party with the dead
at a yodok prison camp
80's music's gloomy beat
is for hours, hours played
at this whorehouse
their souls so ill they start to rot
their bodies dancing to tunes
that never changes
the objects colored gray;
that life is colored black;
their friends already dead;
as everything will be in time
left wing, right wing
tryin' too hard to fit in
battleground, happy end
gotta be a lover, not just friend
makes no difference what food you cook
but lights up the room the way you look
hey there my old friend
what do you know?
you holding something?
let it go
holding something?
let it spread
let your flowers grow ahead
let the sunshine take you home
live this life today and go
learn from us, be like them
soon you’ll find your love
here forever
hey there my old friend
what do you know?
you holding something?
let it go
holding something?
let it spread
let your flowers grow ahead
let the sunshine take you home
live this live today and go
learn from us, be like them
soon you'll find your love
here forever
You touched my heart, I touch your dirty soul
You look like yes
But you think like no
Just go with the flow and that sad boy behind
he longs for you but he's not your type
one day he'll find
you stand there alone
dissatisfied
dirty and prone
Big city, bright lights, cool people
We are gonna make it!
Oh, who's there to stop us?
We are god's employees!
Color grey
The city is bringing me down
Measured with money
The city is bringing me down
I will not pay this price
and even walking you can see it
and smell the lost ambition
arts is like that sea
where you go to drown
where you go to lose it
yes, you can press that button
yes, you're allowed to do everything
yes, you gotta leave me alone though
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