Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song City Calls , by - Swan Lake. Song from the album Beast Moans, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 20.11.2006
Record label: Jagjaguwar
Song language: English
City Calls |
| Oh the city calls its wild wastes |
| Its fortressed breeze to help |
| In the park was Caravaggio’s Christ |
| Who fucked the police and put an end to the price of automobile radio heists |
| And did you want to help did you think you’d help? |
| But your help was a hurt |
| A motivational welt |
| Wounds and their salts |
| «And the ill milk in your bones |
| And you whisper to your knees |
| And your two broken collarbones: |
| You want to take a photograph then take a photograph of me!» |