Pere Ubu - Monday Morning - text písně

In the hard-edged town
the form that the light takes is like a trickle down.
Some things it will filter out
to soften the faces of the angry men who still walk around,
who will walk around in the harvest night
of a suitcase town.

I fear the pace of change.
I fear the face of change.
I fear the pace of change.
Something in the air tastes of strange enough.
Everybody must go.
Everybody must swear an oath to leave.
I heard it on the radio.
(That's how I know.)

Přidal: supercheer dne 05. 09. 2007 v 17:21.
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