Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burning Season, artist - New Model Army. Album song Lost Songs, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 17.02.2002
Record label: Attack Attack
Song language: English
Burning Season |
I’m sick of the sight of some snot-nosed kid |
Cutting a swathe through the age of deconstruction |
Picking at the sores of the dying beast |
And winning all the prizes for imagination |
I don’t know what we’ve got to lose |
But I see the statues beginning to fall |
The deisel’s turning, the moon is high |
What the hell are we waiting for? |
I see the smoke on the blue horizon |
I smell the fires of the burning season |
What the hell are we waiting for? |
I’m sick of the ironies piled up high |
In this sneery culture with its knowing smile |
I’m sick of the sermons from the Church of Unbelief |
All fat, empty and anaesthetised |
The emperor’s out riding naked again |
I can’t believe we’re still playing this tired old game |
Let’s get out there and cut him down |
What the hell are we waiting for? |
I see the smoke on the blue horizon |
I smell the fires of the burning season |
What the hell are we waiting for? |
On a smoky yellow sunset, I’m sitting at the wheel |
As the traffic crawls by on the ten-lane |
Bumper to bumper, nowhere to nowhere into the next millennium |
I see you drowning in a sea of rage |
Let’s go back and get the ones who put you down here |
The highway’s jammed up with disinformation |
And the anaesthetic dealers are selling by the million |
What the hell are we waiting for? |
What the fuck are we waiting out here for? |
I see the smoke on the blue horizon |
I smell the fires of the burning season |
What the hell are we waiting for… |