I was living in a devil town I didn't know it was a devil town Oh lord it really brings me down about the devil town All my friends were vampires I didn
Oh they hide it in their beds, they grow it in their sheds They serve it up in cups from overseas In the gardens in the trees And if we?re kicking up
Traduzione: Fanfarlo. Harold T. Wilkins, o come attendere per un tempo molto lungo.
: Look up, open the clouds Here comes the bombshell On the way home? And now we want the coal? Confusing times Cry murder, cry what you like Just let
: Oh they hide it in their beds, they grow it in their sheds They serve it up in cups from overseas In the gardens in the trees And if we?re kicking
: You can't trust that sound, You're sleeping in all the time, You'll see me on the screen, Through all the other soul's dark walls, With the sun.
: Even though the lights have changed I?m caught up in an endless loop Driving for ten hours and then ending up in the same place! Can you hear a rumble
: On the fire escape We stopped and we looked down Through the broken glass, on the sirens on the spies When you?re still midway It?s not too late to
: They stayed put in their houses Or moved to higher grounds There are ghosts by the reservoir No one wants them round any more They?ve put a spell For
: Wait here for the flag to fall And follow me to the edge of town Your family?s seen you on your bike All they say is it?s such a waste of time Stay
: You?ve been packing your bags for the tenth time You?ve been up on the roof again And you?re biding your time but it?s all right they?re coming any
: If it is growing If it is clawing And wants to get out Then let it come out Your memory?s failing Your eyes are like rocks And I can see you on the
: I was living in a devil town I didn't know it was a devil town Oh lord it really brings me down about the devil town All my friends were vampires
: Its all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause. By slight of the hand you will turn them into dust. A face to face you will lead them by the fall
: They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold, for the gold We fall for the same lies we all have the same shoes to fit The preachers and books