Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fruitless Fortunes, artist - Swingin Utters.
Date of issue: 30.06.2016
Song language: English
Fruitless Fortunes |
Fortunate, fortunate |
Fortunate, fortunate |
Fortunate, fortunate |
Fortunate, fortunate |
Fascists and their many guises, anarchists and their fantasizing |
It seems sometimes they’re sailing the same boat |
Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated souls |
As some similar psycho’s screwing on the scope |
I’m leaving town to join sophisticates in my head |
We’ll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic |
And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed |
I can safely say I’m coming home |
Fairytales and fruitless fortunes acquired from some sad story teller |
Can sometimes be enough to keep me warm in my keep |
Organ grinders orating overtures of madness |
As the heinous hipster’s spending his unearned currency |
I’m leaving town to join sophisticates in my head |
We’ll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic |
And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed |
I can safely say I’m coming home |
I’m coming home |
I’m coming home |
I’m coming home |
I’m coming home |
There may be many ways of reaching the same plateau |
I’ll take the road less traveled if it looks like it ain’t been sold |
The chains around my neck won’t break |
But at least they’re made of solid gold |
I’m leaving town to join sophisticates in my head |
We’ll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic |
And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed |
I can safely say I’m coming home |
I’m coming home |
I’m coming home |
I’m coming home |
I’m coming home |