Songtexte Bummertown - The Society of Rockets

Lines are made for crossing
Out over the tossing
Waves
We go
Get me off this radio
Active cop-ridden
Rock
And roll
These children are a holy spark
Laughing at us in the dark
From behind wild houses
Stashed away like kruggerands
Washing up on foreign lands
Y'know I still dream about it

These lunatics trying to tighten up their grip
But I'm gettin so tired of the way that things are wired
Here in Bummertown

Stick your finger in my
I won't linger on the lies
We swallow
Laughing at us from their yachts
Connecting all the dots
For you and me follow
Curdled cream of the crop
Wanna turn back all the clocks
Crawling in slow motion
And I don't wanna take your hand
I will never understand
The depths of your devotion

Feeling overloaded crestfallen and corroded
And I'm gettin so tired of the way things are wired
Here in Bummertown
And I don't wanna let you down
Burning down this Bummertown