paroles de chanson A Grand Scene For A Color Film - Norma Jean
SIT
DOWN!
Return
to
sender,
I've
fallen
off
the
hint
of
suggestion.
Unlearning
the
strange
devices
of
the
world.
It's
the
end
of
the
earth
or
something
like
it,
like
it.
The
great
universal
coma
has
arrived.
We
are
holding
our
hands
towards
the
sun.
Sit
down,
come
on
sit
down.
Let's
break
out
the
shotguns,
we're
Going
to
town.
Return
to
sender,
carried
straight
from
the
womb
to
the
grave.
Your
eyes
have
been
paled
to
emptiness.
All
things
have
been
carved
out
by
the
unceasing
haunts
Of
this,
the
Great
Manipulator!
The
holding
of
our
hands
upwards
and
around
the
eclipsing
sun
Has
become
empty
and
automatic.
Sit
down,
sit
down,
come
on
sit
down.
Let's
break
out
the
shotguns,
we're
going
to
town.
Let's
break
out
the
shotguns,
we're
going
to
town!
You've
given
us
user
friendly
grenades!
Just
what
are
you
trying
to
say?
Just
what
are
you
trying
to
say?
Just
what
are
you
trying
to
say?
Just
what
are
you
trying
to
say?
Just
what
are
you
trying
to
say?
Just
what
are
you
trying
to
say?
Just
what
are
you
trying
to
say?
Just
what
are
you
trying
to
say?
Just
what
are
you
trying
to
say?
The
holding
of
our
hands
upwards
and
around
the
eclipsing
sun
Has
become
empty
and
automatic.
Sit
down,
sit
down,
come
on
sit
down.
The
holding
of
our
hands
upwards
and
around
the
eclipsing
sun
Has
become
empty
and
automatic.
Sit
down,
sit
down,
come
on
sit
down.
Let's
break
out
the
shotguns,
we're
going
to
town!
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