Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2nd 4th World War, artist - Bruce Peninsula. Album song A Mountain Is A Mouth, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 02.02.2009
Record label: Bruce Trail
Song language: English
2nd 4th World War |
| For all those millmen who cut their teeth |
| Whose minds were made up on roof and feed |
| I’ll come and I’ll leave |
| Aching from a night in the city |
| It might ruin me now, but I’d probably already be ruined |
| For skin burned black with coal and grease |
| That stuck to their lungs whenever they’d breathe |
| I’ll come and I’ll leave |
| Tempted by the lights of the city |
| No clowning around |
| T onight we’re going out to get ruined |
| And I probably woulda never have thought |
| If it weren’t written on metal |
| That this is very old ground that you’re running from |
| Can’t look for long, gotta be left and gone by five |
| To be half-seas over by nine |
| And bleeding drunk by midnight |
| Forever indebted to the feats of our fathers |
| But carry it on your back, it’s a sure collapse |
| Laid out flat, gaspin' |
| All the trouble you attract |
| With cause to match |
| Would bring a quick collapse |
| If you always had to carry that |
| If the gear wheel goes |
| (There's gonna be a flood comin') |
| When the wallower rolls |
| (There's gonna be a flood comin') |
| Next thing you know |
| (There's gonna be a flood comin' on) |
| And the water won’t spare us |
| (The water won’t spare us) |
| If it comes to get us |
| (If it comes to get us) |
| And it won’t let up ‘til all that’s dear and precious is gone |
| And our hearts all screech a hault |
| Whenever there’s a flood coming on |
| And when that flood comes it comes as a canon |
| One that lets you catch the shot in your hands |
| But just to send its shocking tidal wave |
| Through every bone in your body |
| Dealt our hands, mine’s low on luck |
| If you’re all going out you can sign me up |
| Seems the only time that I can collect my thoughts |
| Is if I’m bleeding, stinking drunk (so drink up) |
| We’ll admit in the names of our fathers |
| But carry it on your back, it’s a sure collapse |
| Laid out flat, gaspin' |
| All the trouble you attract, with cause to match |
| Would bring a quick collapse |
| If you always had to carry that |
| And even though the doubt we all felt |
| Came to prove itself |
| The overflow came down |
| With a force we never dreamed off |
| When that rolling canon shot |
| Rolls along again, our guard is up |
| All the damage and all we’ve lost |
| Lost it all with a canon shot |