Pinhead Gunpowder - Benicia by the bay
Tekst :
They re so proud of this city s history
Like an old war hero reveling in his faded glory
But the present day, that s another story
The old buildings they re so proud of are crumbling down
And the condos in the picturesque part of town
Are sinking, sinking into the bay
But that s the way I like it
Don t want a utopian society
Yeah, it s far from perfect
It s all fucked up and two-faced just like me
The quaint scenery can t hide the fact
That it s a cultureless wasteland
But they re so proud of what they lack
They re so proud... of what?
Proud of such a nice little suburbia
Still living in the shadow of the Zodiac Killer
Maybe it was the toxins in the water
Well you can t beat the cheap rent
Who needs water or electricity?
We re all far from perfect
And now we got our own hypocritical community
Yeah, raise a family
Hang out and watch T.V.
And go and feed the Grebes
Unt. Unt. Unt.
Inne utwory
Mahogany I used to Beastly bit Brother Asheville The great divide Reach for the bottle Work for food I am an elephant Keeping warm in the night time Buffalo Find my place New blood Before the accident Homesick hopes Big yellow taxi MPLS song Losowe utwory
It s not black enough to see where any white is
So I ll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans
And I remember you as heartless as a freeway
And I wonder if the time will make your eyes like Angelynes
Will you...
Tears fall, times called
sunsites in your heart
the games lost, the spinning world stops
you say the course has been run
and that the end has now come
please don t mean it s over cos there s.....
... no good...
I m looking through my telescope
looking for a UFO
I m looking through my telescope
searching for a ray of hope
to come out of this dark night
I hope they understand wrong from right
and maybe they can show us
how...
MALE FEMALE
Woh ho ho ho...(Woh......)
MALE.
Look at us
Ain t it funny
Is it just beginner s luck
Maybe
FEMALE
Ooh,...
Goodnight goodnight
Leave all your toys
Candles and cats
A few stupid boys
And a rock for good luck
Two different eyes
Leave your red birds to sing us lullabies
And some books and a baby
A ceiling of gold
The...