Из альбома: Where Have My Countrymen Gone
well here in the east
we seem to drag
just an assumption
for you to brag
in a tunnel of wrong the sermon is long
all baiting questions
form a line
that seems to happen
all the time
in a puddle of wrong the serum is strong
its space, its a dark force
with a face that could destroy
monarches
boundries
republics
and me
your lucky numbers
once were mine
those shoes you walk in
don't have a spine
in an ocean of wrong the sailors sing songs
its space, its a dark force
with a face that could destroy
monarches
boundries
republics
and me