paroles de chanson Moroccan Wood - Vold Book

Look at the curves
The intricate detail
Moroccan wood makes such a
Good fire; to keep us warm
Out here on the streets
Out here tonight
Such a beautiful night
So full of ash and terror

Watch as the wicked things burn
Watch as history is made
Watch as the ones with everything
Plead for their very lives

Moroccan wood, it's
A wonder what you did
It's a wonder that you hid
All these years, successfully
What does that say about us
That we would put up with all
Of this, insolent behavior
Disgracing everything
By the way you used to feast
With your servants by your side
How did they not slit your throats
How were they convinced
There's people starving every-
Where, just take a look outside
Your castle may be perfect
Behind those walls so tall
But you stole it all from us
It's time you paid the price

I know I'm wrong, I know
It's all in my head
The road to the future
Will be paved by you instead
But I will leave a mark
Upon your golden throne
Because I can, and
So it will be shown
That you will never listen
And maybe someone
Will come along
Hearing these songs
Someone who can do some-
Thing; someone who belongs
It's a partnership
A notice across time
The direction of the wind
Can flip upon a dime

Democracy is: the voice of society
And revolutions are the arms of change
Workers of the world unite
You have nothing to lose
Except your chains

This is the tenet, upon
Which our house is built
Our house of the future
To fertilize the garden, we
Need to unionize, and go
With what we've got
The bottom-line has changed
It's time to rearrange your port-
Folio; we're no longer buying
What you sell to us
All machinery will turn to rust
And break down eventually
This machine is in revolt
Refusing to yield, down to
The very last bolt
We'll pick ourselves up, and
Struggle with our cause
It won't be easy, because
You refuse to give in
Well, so do we
And shall we begin

Moroccan wood makes such a
Good fire; to keep us warm
Out here on the streets
Out here tonight
Such a beautiful night
So full of ash and terror
So full of dreams