Traduzione: Kansas. Song For America.
human hand has soiled this paradise Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights So the maiden lies in waiting, for the sails to reach
: Put away your tears and your sleepy eyes Put away that bullshit, Big boys they don't cry to their mama's ?She'll be back soon Put away your raincoat
grave Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there With hunger in his soul, he yearns for
when a man gets sore You know I killed a man and I paid all I can, With twenty years on a chain gang, For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse floor
hand has soiled this paradise Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights So the maiden lies in waiting, for the sails to reach the
you anymore Take, he will take, he will take, give him nothing he'll take, he will take He will take, he will give nothing but he'll take Pray, for
Street They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well It's a game of cat and mouse, and I think it's got my soul, I think it's time for thinkin' '
when our lives are pulled away, there's more to fill the hole I wonder what you'd think if all the changes didn't come, For growing old is only going
I can still watch those eyes crawling over her dress until I could show you everything but I dont have to hear the words cause I already feel your thoughts
Harold Washington in a garter-belt and stockings father wasn't picking sides but dog-eared pages gave clues to the thoughts inside the black sheep prince bowed for
mouth hear me sing it wrong Is it "cigarettes and coffee" now or Dreams to be Remembered I'll leave regrets for dead and sing along So I'm reaching for
I was just a kid when I found out how cruel the world could be Faded pictures from forgotten times of endless misery I lit a candle but I could not know
hear them anymore Thousands of us dead today, thousands went unfed today And all we talk about's the fucking weather And I'll keep singing the same songs
I light another as the city goes grey Face the whirlwind with a polite smile Resist the motion of sef righteous crusades Some of the others live for deprivation
how a new world began A passing phrase of quiet indignation A molotov to start the conflagration Till we've lost our voice we'll make a joyful noise A penny for
no free drinks in hell? I'm neither a poet nor a babysitter But I got a guitar and a way to kill an hour now I got no fucking pity for the fools who broke
Witness a jaded town got some champagne for a forty ounce frown I've worked my theories through already half dead and nothing more to lose Forget now