Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Noize, artist - Bonaparte. Album song The Return of Stravinsky Wellington, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 01.06.2017
Record label: BONAPARTE, Distributed by Believe, Peermusic
Song language: English
White Noize |
I lay awake in bed, don’t know how i got here |
There’s a knocking on the door — 1−2-3−4 |
It’s quite a bloody mess in here and no one feels responsible |
The fragmentation of our selves, nah, don’t be so sensible |
You know they build on sand but they call it an empire |
So much for cleaning up now, the middle class is fading |
Those friends in higher places are deceptive clowns parading |
The cocaine cowboys and the wall street vampires |
White noize, white noize — come and lull me into my sleep |
White noize, beautiful white noize |
Who distributes the migrants, who talks about the crisis |
New faces to the cabinet, let’s see how thick the ice is |
Testing distant waters, quietly behind the scenes |
My arm is growing tired, of waving the white flag |
And now there’s nothing left to light, just filters of old fags |
The prime minister’s driving in a long black limousine |
White noize, white noize — come and lull me into my sleep |
White noize, beautiful white noize — tonight i don’t care if i’m a creep |
White noize, white noize — is the quiet before the storm |
White noize, beautiful white noize |
And the world goes — tweet tweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet, yeah |
And the birds go — tweet tweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet, yeah |
In a room without a roof — i’m staring at the ceiling |
In times like these they don’t care about how we’re feeling |
White noize, white noize — come and lull me into my sleep |
White noize, beautiful white noize — tonight i don’t care if i’m a creep |
White noize, white noize — comes the morning comes a time to reap |
White noize, beautiful white noize |
There’s no one left to talk to, and no one wants to listen |
How can we right a wrong when all they do is reminiscing |
Free speech echoes, echoes from the wall |
I lean back in my camp chair, waiting until they fall |