Kevin Devine

Текст песни The Burning City Smoking

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  • Devine
  • Kevin Patrick
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  • Acoustic
  • Folk
  • Indie
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  • indie rock
  • singer songwriter
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Kevin Devine - Текст песни The Burning City Smoking

40 million refugees with no place on this earth to call their home

One for every aimless graduate with nothing else to show for it but loans

And those of us who make a mark using someone else's blood

Our western stain won't wash away, won't vanish in the flood

It sets deeper with each hurricane and tidal wave and war

Oh whoa oh woh

We want everything we see and once it's gone we just want more

Atlas had those shoulders, we've got Ambien and Jamesons and blow

To bind us in a bubble, keep the newsprint nightmare distant and below

But when we wake in guillotines and pitch our screaming fits

When the Governor strikes up the band and gags our parted lips

When the worst case shows up dressed and dazzling ready for the ball

Oh whoa oh woh

Boy that bubble's bound to burst and what a tragic way to fall

The tabloids tell us hate the rat who strikes those subways closed and puts you out

Forget those 50-hour tunnel weeks inhaling steel dust poison through his mouth

Well if he don't deserve a pension that makes his family feel secure

If we're now so disconnected it's our relfections we ignore

And if our constant choice is skimming past the writing on the wall
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Oh whoa oh woh

Then I'm sad to say we're lost and I'm embarrassed for us all

So most days I can't put to rest the burning city smoking in my mind

And I play pretend the principals are nothing more than actors running lines

And I stumble through a movie set where torture victims laugh

An abandoned journalist who juggled knives and daggered glass

While they entertain the marble Heads of State and CEO's

Oh whoa oh woh

I stagger past anarchist extras through saloon doors painted gold

So I turn and I see Uncle Sam all tied in wardrobe ready for the shoot

So I walk right up and talk to him, I tell him that I'm scared and I'm confused

While they test the cameras out and get the lighting right, while catering fills coffee cups and carves up apple pie

And while the stylists trim his beard and straighten those lapels

Oh whoa oh woh

I ask his thin eyes(?) what made him drive us straight to hell

And as my daydream ends he stands there shamed, a shocked and shattered shell

But there's never any answer for my sorry tongue to tell

Oh whoa oh woh oh oh

Cause the director's shouting action and from off set it's just as well

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