Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song White Russian , by - Marillion. Song from the album Marillion.Cl / En.El.Marquee, in the genre Прогрессивный рокRelease date: 15.08.2019
Record label: Racket
Song language: English
White Russian |
| They’re boarding up the synagogues, uzis on a street corner |
| You can’t take a photograph of uzis on a street corner |
| The dj resigned today, they wouldn’t let him have his say |
| A surface scratched where the needles play, uzis on a street corner |
| Where do we go from here? |
| Terror on the rue de st. |
| denis, murder on the periphery |
| Someone else in someone else’s pocket, christ knows I don’t know how to stop it |
| Lay poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can’t afford to laugh |
| I heard in on the telegraph there’s uzis on a street corner |
| Where do we go from here? |
| The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers |
| I close my mind, I shut it out but you know it’s getting harder |
| To calm me down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it’s all about |
| I’m uptight, can’t sleep at night, I can’t pretend everything’s alright |
| My ideals my sanity, they seem to be deserting me |
| But to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons |
| They’re burning down the synagogues, uzis on a street corner |
| The heralds of the holocaust, uzis on a street corner |
| The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows |
| This resurrection we can’t allow, the uzis on a street corner |
| Where do we go from here, where do we go from here? |
| We buy fresh bagels from the corner store |
| Where swastikas are spat from aerosols |
| I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians |
| Trying to score but nobody’s pushing |
| And everyone looks at everyone’s faces |
| Searching for signs and praying for traces |
| Of a conscience in residence |
| Are we sitting on a barbed wire fence, racing the clouds home |
| Racing the clouds home |
| We place our faith in human rights |
| In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight |
| I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy |
| In the gulags and internment camps |
| Frozen faces in nameless ranks |
| I know that they would rather be |
| Standing here besides me chasing the clouds home |
| You can shut your eyes, you can hide away |
| It’s gonna come back another day |
| Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home? |
| Racing the clouds home |