paroles de chanson Blasted Lands - Gooding

Your little black heart hiccups
The white noise never clears
Run from your hopes
Take stock in your fears

They'll pay you to lie
The angels heading south
Take the dough and shut your crooked mouth

Tell it to your brother, tell it to your sister
Tell it to your teachers, tell it to your preachers
Tell it to your mother, tell it to your father
From the ocean to the sand

To all your sons and all your daughters
The world will fall by their crooked hands
Just rise up let's take a stand
Send them back to the blasted, back to the blasted lands

Numbers in the water
Numbers in the skies
All your shattered little sellout lies

Time is marching on
Regret is getting strong
You can't take it with you when you die

The world won't fall by your crooked hands
Send you back to the blasted
Send you back to the blasted lands

Rise up, rise now let's take a stand
Send them back to the blasted
Send them back

Tell it to your brother, tell it to your sister
Tell it to your teachers, tell it to your preachers
Tell it to your mother, tell it to your father
From the ocean to the sand

To all your sons and all your daughters
The world will fall by their crooked hands
Just rise up let's take a stand
Send them back to the blasted, back to the blasted lands

You're just a little killer
You're just a little liar with a full head start
You're just a little killer
And I've got a stake for your vampire heart