Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ambitions Are, artist - The Golden Palominos. Album song Dead Inside, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.07.2002
Record label: RESTLESS
Song language: English
Ambitions Are |
You don’t trade money here |
You trade information |
And skin |
Right now there are thousands of forgotten people |
Trying to remember you |
Children are killed because they write an enemy’s name backwards on the wall |
Young girls tie ribbons around their slender throats trying to keep their heads |
on |
Chocolate boy walks to ice cream truck for vanilla cone is shot dead three times |
This city kills its young |
The angels all have guns now |
The angels aren’t anyone you’d want to pray to |
No-one here has goals like: |
Get a job, get married, have kids |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe keep breathing |
No desire to get rich |
Become famous |
Move out |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe |
Keep breathing |
Every woman who walks by is every woman you’ll never have |
Beautiful, quick and poisonous as mercury |
The city is full of women slim and busy |
Hoping there is room in some man’s life |
For them |
Women sort through the dead bodies like bags of laundry with exhausted mama eye |
Sigh because they are too dry for tears |
People huddle in kitchens, clasp their hands, celebrating |
Something has tried to kill them and failed |
Nightclub men twitch too subdued to recognize apocalypse |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe keep breathing |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe keep breathing |
You’ve driven these streets a thousand times and all they offer is their |
exhaustion |
Your nightmares have your name now |
You exit the glitter storm, go home alone and embrace the violence instead |
The city has claimed all your blood and memory this is cool and unusual |
punishment |
You go for years without touching another |
Never think of the 'why?' |
You are so casual about brutality |
Doctor says: take this, it’ll settle you down |
Doctor says: take this, it’ll settle your system |
Doctor says: take this, it’ll we’ll settle the bill |
Doctor says: take this, it’ll settle the score |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe keep breathing |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe keep breathing |
There’s a voice on the loudspeaker and she speaks your language |
Doesn’t need to stay |
It can disappear when the wife walks in |
Here comes the interrogation room scene |
Today is the day you’re gonna get caught |
You’re terrified of what you crave |
Don’t get delighted |
They want you scared |
The sweet things don’t stick around but the bullshit lasts forever |
Please press pound |
You’re dual-channeling for new friends or just new things to envy |
Who’s running the machine you run on? |
Wish you had someone to speak code with |
Wish you had someone to steal things for |
Wish you had someone to fuck you so you could finally go to sleep |
You just want to die |
A little bit |
Ink and paint is making you faint in your pale pale shirt stolen from uptown |
stores |
Watch the girls in the twin sweater sets smoke, cough, throw up |
Teeth-scraped knuckles are a tell-tale sign |
Get in the car |
Get in the car |
Get in the car and what you hear is a sound of impact |
Turn around slowly and check your body for bruises |
There is no-one here to take care of you |
Open-mouthed, waiting for a candy kiss and all you get is rain communion |
Between lap dances and laptops you see girls who fuck like they’re boneless |
You’re thirty eight and your job is telling fourteen year old boys what to |
think is cool |
Are you laughing? |
They are |
And this one is a fire |
And that one is a flame |
And this one is a spark |
And that one is a match you put out in your mouth when no-one was looking |
And in your dreams your grandparents live forever |
And you throw your love into the air like glitter swallowing stars, |
spitting up stardust |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe keep breathing |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe keep breathing |
Mothers wring their hands and say: I’m so at a loss |
Best friend says: I’ve come not to praise you, but to destroy with my bare |
fucking hands |
Girl on the television says: you all work for me now |
Boss says: come here, let me hit you just once |
Man on the street says: I can make any woman kill herself in a year |
So you drive your dead body home at night |
And when you sleep the angels kisses are mercury |
Mercury |
Breaking love into lust |
Grinding pearls into dust |
Breaking love into lust |
Grinding pearls into dust |
Breaking love into lust |
Grinding pearls into dust |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe keep breathing |
The ambitions are |
Wake up breathe |
Keep breathing |