Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Massive Illusion, artist - Gazpacho. Date of issue: 04.11.2007
Song language: English
Massive Illusion |
| St. John got gunned down with a cold ‘38 |
| Why don’t we pin him to the sky |
| The rarest of the specimens are neatly locked away |
| It’s all in my collection |
| It’s all in my collection |
| You know that bird has flown |
| Can you forgive? |
| A bird you’ll never own |
| And your love is a graveyard where the grasses grow low |
| And the people that lie here knew just what you know |
| Now your shovel’s a shot glass and you drink your own toast |
| You’re living your life as a ghost, a ghost, a ghost |
| See your love is a playground where the grasses grow low |
| All the people that play here reap just what they sow |
| And if your shovel is a shot glass and you drink your own toast |
| You’re living your life as a ghost, a ghost, a ghost |
| When your will is gone and dreams will erase |
| When you’re hanging on by your fingernails |
| When your will is gone and dreams will erase |
| While you’re hanging on by your fingernails |
| Bring out your finest wines your holy shrines and let them go Freed from the chains of what has remained of a life that you don’t want to know |
| The bass and the drums will hammer it home with their marching band of the proud |
| Celebrate ages, all life stages, seas and the winds and the clouds |
| The message’s been written from your prison, see what tomorrow will be See what tomorrow will be See what tomorrow will be Got every reason to believe that all must decide to break free |
| Was it a tantrum when you said that all the laughs were on me Then I’ll know my bet will win when the saints go marching in Then I’ll know my bet will win when the saints go marching in Go marching in |