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Of course I think about it
I think about it all the time
Things cross your mindyou can t help it
What you saidwhat I said
What you didwhat I did
But it s all in the past nowwhat s the difference
You can t change it
I will never be the same I will never change
It will be a long time
When I think about it nowI know you were right
There were too many secrets to keep
Too many obstacles to overcome
And all that talk just made me tired
When I think about it now
When I think about you
I know you were right
You will never be the same you will never change
It will be a long time
I like the graveyard shift
It s quietI can read all night
I don t mind wearing a uniform
I don t mind walking in the dark
You make your roundsyou check all the locks
And when the sun riseswhen everyone is getting up
You punch out and go home
It will never be the same it will never change
It will be a long time
Sunken wrecks rise from the
Sand silent ships on dry land
While waves are crashing overhead
We cultivate our tulip beds
Hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We re under the sea
We re under the sea
Sail onlook for me I m floating
Under the sea
Comradeare we still alive?
Yesthe righteous will abide
Comrademust we stand alone?
Does cold rain fall on hard stone?
Beneath the flood no one survives
Build a wall and stay alive hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We re under the sea we re under the sea
Sail onlook for me I m floating
Under the sea
Comradedo you hear the sound
Of water dripping on wet ground?
Comradeare those tears I see
Like stars above the Zuider Zee?
Like rain upon a dark sea wall
Will those tear drops ever fall?
Hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We re under the sea we re under the sea
Sail onlook for me I m floating
Comraded you hear that? it s water it s rushing water
In our townmurdershappen everyday
When the temperaturerises they open the hydrantsand let the children play
In our townfridayis payroll day
The taverns openthe sun goes downthe neon signs make a grand display
In our townmurdershappen everyday
There are whores walking the streets
They ain t pretty and they ain t cheap
We ve got cops walking the beat
Stopping all the strangers they meet
Tn our townmartyrshang from the gallows pole
Newsboys cry on every cornersome high and mightyhas been brought low
In our townfriendsgather on the boulevard
The merchants are fat and happythe beggar s life is hard
In our townmartyrshang in the gallows yard
There are gunsguns - banging on the door of flesh
There are gunsguns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath
There are gunsguns - and empty eyes staring up in death
There are gunsguns - banging on the door of flesh in our town
Muezzinscall form the minarets
Monks bow before their beggar bowls
While christians smoke their cigarettes
In our townprophetswarn of a judgement day
Young girls hang out of sillsa flowery frame for their charms display
In our townthe riversmells of oil and shit
A hundred cranes stand in the harbourloading a hundred ships
In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips
We ve got whores walking the streets
Stopping all the strangers they meet
We ve got cops walking the beat
They ain t pretty and they ain t cheap
In our townthe skylineis like a mountain range
The streets are wind swept canyonsthe central park is a grassy plain
In our townthe saintssmile down on festival days
In tropical plumagethe black girls dance for the king of the big parade
In our townthe bossescurse the working man
Husbands curse their wivesand then they raise their hands
[Refrains]
In our town the sirens answer to 911
Another soul is flying free from another mother s son
In our townthe bodiesare cremated by the riverside
Up to the morning sun they rise
The flamesthe smokethe widow s cries
A stain of ashessoot and sparks upon the dawningrosy light
In our townthe skylinelooks down upon the riverside
Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh
A spot of blooda strand of hair beneath the bathroom light
I want to kiss it and make it feel better
I want to trace in it the twenty fourth letter
But I m sick of it already I m just a little too high
We ll walk a block and stand in line and watch the flashing lights
The bouncer is a friend of minehe ll get us in all right
But when we kissplease don t look me in the eye
When our tongues are twistedjust close them tight
Don t you prefer a bitter taste to a bitter sight?
I do
I m just a little too high
Lizard brains and mucus stains and greasy little dove s thighs
Broken wings for eyebrows over glaringmulti-coloured eyes
A clearly traced rib-cage beneath your underarms
Yours finger spread like starfish
It won t do you no harm - so why do you cry?
You re just a little too high
Juvenile delinquents are screaming on the streetblack cars and white cars meet
Like cats and sharks and laughing voices peak above the fumes and the rumble
Shots ring out from down the streetskirts ride clear of thighshair tumbles
Anger and vomit collide with a right cross
You look a little sickyou look a little lost
You say you can see frost on my breath through my phoneyfrozen smile
Excuse me?
You re just a little too
Tangled intravenous tubesthe smell of alcohol and glue
A dildo candle in a skullyou know the routine very well
Your lower back is arched and stiff under my claws
And like a crocodile child I nestle in your jaws
A friend s spacejust beds in a place
Is that a nipple? is that a cock?
Surely something sensuous has trickled over us
Like streams of come on porcelainlike cold rain on a rock
We are multi-coloured candiessweet and hard
Or the saltyjagged edges of crystal quartz
And as you roll over the covers
From one mouth to another
I almost miss youI almost say goodbye
But I m a little too high
You will not follow me
Hellogoodbye
Take the first turn and head straight south
A corridor of trees will lead you past a public park
Row houses of brickempty onto a vacant lot
Turn leftturn rightand look for the neon sign
There you arethere you are
Wait a minuteI seeI see
Hellogoodbye
You three bring in the boxes while we move these chairs
A place to bea place to reada work of fiction or history
To the east we ll hang the doorsolid oak
To the west bay s letting in the light
A place to bea place to reada place to spend the night
you stand over there and I ll stay here
Now I seenow I see
Hellogoodbye
You will not follow me
A prophet without disciples
A teacher without students
A shepherd without sheep
Wait a minuteI seeI see
You threefollow meyes you threefollow me
Follow me
You will not follow me
The blood of the oxen must not be spilt upon the altar
And the smoke must be of white ashcypress and fragrant cedar
While the leaves of the yew tree will smother the brazen flames
You hand me up the cup and I ll read the book
And then together we ll all sing
What shall we sing? what shall we sing?
You will not follow me
I think about it all the time
Things cross your mindyou can t help it
What you saidwhat I said
What you didwhat I did
But it s all in the past nowwhat s the difference
You can t change it
I will never be the same I will never change
It will be a long time
When I think about it nowI know you were right
There were too many secrets to keep
Too many obstacles to overcome
And all that talk just made me tired
When I think about it now
When I think about you
I know you were right
You will never be the same you will never change
It will be a long time
I like the graveyard shift
It s quietI can read all night
I don t mind wearing a uniform
I don t mind walking in the dark
You make your roundsyou check all the locks
And when the sun riseswhen everyone is getting up
You punch out and go home
It will never be the same it will never change
It will be a long time
Sunken wrecks rise from the
Sand silent ships on dry land
While waves are crashing overhead
We cultivate our tulip beds
Hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We re under the sea
We re under the sea
Sail onlook for me I m floating
Under the sea
Comradeare we still alive?
Yesthe righteous will abide
Comrademust we stand alone?
Does cold rain fall on hard stone?
Beneath the flood no one survives
Build a wall and stay alive hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We re under the sea we re under the sea
Sail onlook for me I m floating
Under the sea
Comradedo you hear the sound
Of water dripping on wet ground?
Comradeare those tears I see
Like stars above the Zuider Zee?
Like rain upon a dark sea wall
Will those tear drops ever fall?
Hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We re under the sea we re under the sea
Sail onlook for me I m floating
Comraded you hear that? it s water it s rushing water
In our townmurdershappen everyday
When the temperaturerises they open the hydrantsand let the children play
In our townfridayis payroll day
The taverns openthe sun goes downthe neon signs make a grand display
In our townmurdershappen everyday
There are whores walking the streets
They ain t pretty and they ain t cheap
We ve got cops walking the beat
Stopping all the strangers they meet
Tn our townmartyrshang from the gallows pole
Newsboys cry on every cornersome high and mightyhas been brought low
In our townfriendsgather on the boulevard
The merchants are fat and happythe beggar s life is hard
In our townmartyrshang in the gallows yard
There are gunsguns - banging on the door of flesh
There are gunsguns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath
There are gunsguns - and empty eyes staring up in death
There are gunsguns - banging on the door of flesh in our town
Muezzinscall form the minarets
Monks bow before their beggar bowls
While christians smoke their cigarettes
In our townprophetswarn of a judgement day
Young girls hang out of sillsa flowery frame for their charms display
In our townthe riversmells of oil and shit
A hundred cranes stand in the harbourloading a hundred ships
In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips
We ve got whores walking the streets
Stopping all the strangers they meet
We ve got cops walking the beat
They ain t pretty and they ain t cheap
In our townthe skylineis like a mountain range
The streets are wind swept canyonsthe central park is a grassy plain
In our townthe saintssmile down on festival days
In tropical plumagethe black girls dance for the king of the big parade
In our townthe bossescurse the working man
Husbands curse their wivesand then they raise their hands
[Refrains]
In our town the sirens answer to 911
Another soul is flying free from another mother s son
In our townthe bodiesare cremated by the riverside
Up to the morning sun they rise
The flamesthe smokethe widow s cries
A stain of ashessoot and sparks upon the dawningrosy light
In our townthe skylinelooks down upon the riverside
Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh
A spot of blooda strand of hair beneath the bathroom light
I want to kiss it and make it feel better
I want to trace in it the twenty fourth letter
But I m sick of it already I m just a little too high
We ll walk a block and stand in line and watch the flashing lights
The bouncer is a friend of minehe ll get us in all right
But when we kissplease don t look me in the eye
When our tongues are twistedjust close them tight
Don t you prefer a bitter taste to a bitter sight?
I do
I m just a little too high
Lizard brains and mucus stains and greasy little dove s thighs
Broken wings for eyebrows over glaringmulti-coloured eyes
A clearly traced rib-cage beneath your underarms
Yours finger spread like starfish
It won t do you no harm - so why do you cry?
You re just a little too high
Juvenile delinquents are screaming on the streetblack cars and white cars meet
Like cats and sharks and laughing voices peak above the fumes and the rumble
Shots ring out from down the streetskirts ride clear of thighshair tumbles
Anger and vomit collide with a right cross
You look a little sickyou look a little lost
You say you can see frost on my breath through my phoneyfrozen smile
Excuse me?
You re just a little too
Tangled intravenous tubesthe smell of alcohol and glue
A dildo candle in a skullyou know the routine very well
Your lower back is arched and stiff under my claws
And like a crocodile child I nestle in your jaws
A friend s spacejust beds in a place
Is that a nipple? is that a cock?
Surely something sensuous has trickled over us
Like streams of come on porcelainlike cold rain on a rock
We are multi-coloured candiessweet and hard
Or the saltyjagged edges of crystal quartz
And as you roll over the covers
From one mouth to another
I almost miss youI almost say goodbye
But I m a little too high
You will not follow me
Hellogoodbye
Take the first turn and head straight south
A corridor of trees will lead you past a public park
Row houses of brickempty onto a vacant lot
Turn leftturn rightand look for the neon sign
There you arethere you are
Wait a minuteI seeI see
Hellogoodbye
You three bring in the boxes while we move these chairs
A place to bea place to reada work of fiction or history
To the east we ll hang the doorsolid oak
To the west bay s letting in the light
A place to bea place to reada place to spend the night
you stand over there and I ll stay here
Now I seenow I see
Hellogoodbye
You will not follow me
A prophet without disciples
A teacher without students
A shepherd without sheep
Wait a minuteI seeI see
You threefollow meyes you threefollow me
Follow me
You will not follow me
The blood of the oxen must not be spilt upon the altar
And the smoke must be of white ashcypress and fragrant cedar
While the leaves of the yew tree will smother the brazen flames
You hand me up the cup and I ll read the book
And then together we ll all sing
What shall we sing? what shall we sing?
You will not follow me
Исполнитель: Nomeansno