
Date of issue: 27.07.2008
Song language: English
Milk An Money |
I dream of all the years decaying |
I dream of bitter endings |
Street smiles |
Hateful goodbyes |
Demented lies |
I dream of guns with red round triggers |
And bullets that won’t ever miss |
And wounds that won’t heal |
Hands that won’t feel |
Is this hallowed ground sinking |
Will tears stop their falling |
Can I speak the truth if they cut my tongue |
One night you wake up you’re screaming |
With trembling hands |
And the frightening part |
Is you don’t understand |
And as we go on living |
Each day we must tell ourselves |
That we have to carry on |
And every night as we lay down |
And deliver our prayers |
To live to see another day |
But then down here no one cares |
And your troubles will be found |
Buried six feet in the ground |
We dream a land of milk and honey |
Of coffee mornings bright and sunny |
Sex on the phone |
You’re not alone |
And every night as we lay down |
and deliver our prayers |
to live to see another day |
But when nightmares come around |
We’ll be drinking all our wine |
Buried six feet in the ground |