paroles de chanson Brodsky Tune - Morten Harket
As
you
pour
yourself
a
scotch
Crush
a
roach
or
check
your
watch
As
your
hands
adjust
your
tie
people
die
In
the
towns
with
funny
names
Hit
by
bullets,
caught
in
flames
By
and
large
not
knowing
why
people
die
And
in
small
places
you
don't
know
of
Yet
big
for
having
no
chance
to
scream
Or
say
good-bye
people
die
Chorus:
La,
la...
Let
me
know
People
die
as
you
elect
New
apostles
of
neglect,
self
restraint
Whereby
people
die
Too
far
off
to
practice
love
For
thy
neighbour,
brother
Slav
Where
your
cherubs
dread
to
fly
people
die
Chorus...
While
the
statues
disagree
Cain's
version,
history
for
its
fuel
tends
to
buy
Those
who
die
As
you
watch
the
athletes
score
Or
check
your
latest
statement
Or
sing
your
child
a
lullaby
people
die
Time,
whose
sharp,
bloodthirsty
quill
Parts
the
killed
from
those
who
kill
Will
pronounce
the
latter
tribe
As
your
type
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