Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Dead Town, artist - French Films. Date of issue: 20.09.2011
Song language: English
This Dead Town |
| Every day I’m waiting for |
| The airport bars and the fading shores |
| To clean my heart from all the rust |
| That stayed when nothing ever changed |
| I’m just a kid with imaginary future |
| So tired of being nice |
| To all these idiots around |
| Building on jealousy and fear |
| I don’t know if we live or drown |
| Or where to belong in this dead town |
| And when there’s no return from hell |
| Well then there’s no return from hell |
| And you wouldn’t have to read to know |
| The witch hunt never died |
| Here’s again something to rip apart |
| For the petty little soldiers of Graceland |
| And all those things I’ve never seen |
| While working pointless jobs to waste |
| Still backed by tainted nature force |
| By the fucked up choirs of the kitchen whores |
| I don’t know if we live or drown |
| Or where to belong in this dead town |
| And when there’s no return from hell |
| Well then there’s no return from hell |
| I don’t know if we live or drown |
| Or where to belong in this dead town |
| And when there’s no return from hell |
| Well then there’s no return from hell |
| It can break your heart |
| Take your mind |
| It can bury your soul |
| And all the colours in it |
| Break your heart |
| Take your mind |
| It can bury your soul |
| And all the colours in it |
| Break your heart |
| Take your mind |
| It can bury your soul |
| And all the colours in it |
| Break your heart |
| Take your mind |
| It can bury your soul |
| And all the colours in it |