Текст песни The Beautiful Dead - Killing Joke
The
crowd
was
one
(oblivion
ran
deep)
A
consciousness
of
cannon-fodder
walking
in
its
sleep
Vacant
expressions
(and
don′t
look
ahead)
Everybody
dance
with
the
beautiful
dead
I
said!
All
queue
up
and
gravel
for
a
hit
SOmeone
pulls
the
reins
then
you
chew
at
the
bit
Encouraged
by
commercials
to
spend
beyond
my
means
I
laughed
as
it
all
fell
apart
at
the
seams
(Hey!
Take
a
look
at
tomorrow)
But
will
I
inherit
the
good
green
earth?
Such
a
lovely
world
All
mod-cons
there
was
dust
on
the
drums
My
electronic
beat-box
got
the
job
done
Everybody
emulate
the
pulse
of
the
soul
And
change
your
clothes
(to
make
you
feel
old)
Effort
and
sweat
was
a
thing
of
the
past
(they
said!)
Welcome
to
the
world
of
the
beautiful
dead
1 Inside the Termite Mound
2 Money Is Not Our God
3 Extremities
4 Complications
5 The Beautiful Dead
6 Change
7 Frenzy
8 Age of Greed
9 Requiem
10 The Wait
11 Intravenous
12 Wardance
13 Money Is Not Our God (Hideous Remix)
14 Money Is Not Our God (Instrumental)
15 Slipstream
16 Struggle (Vocal 1)
17 Struggle (Vocal 2)
18 Struggle (Vocal 3)
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