Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Approaching Armageddon, artist - Bernie Taupin. Date of issue: 05.06.1980
Song language: English
Approaching Armageddon |
| On a foreign runway delayed by the rain |
| I looked back on the last ten years |
| And how my life has changed |
| Aviator glasses protecting my eyes |
| Reflecting my emotions on seeing so many die |
| Death from either life or love |
| Strung out on a limb |
| I’ve seen 'em turn from beer and pills |
| To scotch and heroin |
| Never learned to turn the soil |
| Though I should have done |
| Daddy was a farmer and we were farmer’s sons |
| But I had plans to plough the streets |
| A long way from the land |
| Leaving pool halls full of blood |
| To the sounds of acoustic bands |
| Razor blades and common trade |
| Throats cut on the working man |
| I’ve walked through life on broken glass |
| And I never gave a damn |
| For its harvest home and the church of England sings |
| When your approaching Armageddon |
| Let your baptism and penance |
| Be the only Lucifer to light your sins |
| When you’ve chosen the hard ride |
| Livin' on God’s good side |
| Approaching Armageddon once again |
| Bolts of lightning shook me with the price of fame |
| Rock and roll affected me but country kept me sane |
| Universal gossip seared my wings |
| I always rode the roundabouts |
| But I never tried the swings |
| Married young and with my guns |
| I blew her out of my life |
| It’s easy to hold on to time |
| But it’s hard to keep a wife |
| I only learned to play three chords |
| My fingers weren’t that long |
| I never wrapped my arms around the neck of someone strong |
| Moves of blue that strangled me drying up my pen |
| Til I was left to live my life on a scale from one to ten |
| Wasted days and endless nights |
| See the drunkard with the even tan |
| I was just about to leave the rails |
| When someone gave a damn |
| It’s two years down and counting the couple on the wire |
| I’ve lived and lost and paid the cost |
| Of fighting fire with fire |
| Traces of the onetime sometimes cross my mind |
| But when there’s little left you’re cruel to be kind |
| I don’t regret a single day |
| You see, some of it was fun |
| Ten years on I’m wiser |
| But I’m still a farmer’s son |