Текст песни Coma - Edward Scissortongue feat. Contact Play

Beaches and palm trees, dunes of sand
I throw paranoia out and make paradise plans
I'll be on camels while you're fighting for petrol
Scrapping all the diesel, the rich getting evil
Poor people want water to be equal
We're looking planning earth, the sequel
Or maybe not another one people
You never know
It's looking grim when I'm thinking 'bout summer snow
Winter sun, more lies rolled out
More excused about even worse than the Clinton one
Yeah, we're coming with the off beat shit
Because the planet's off shift and you're about the slip
Come on

We came here to save your life
Who's gonna be brave tonight
This ain't even plain advice
That's when I turn out the lights

Surf the tidal wave
And you can all give up running because you won't be safe
Don't mess with the weather, no Nicolas Cage
Lost alone, no army, no great escape
I take off!
Early with the first light, planet of my birth
Bright sun by the slave trade, the third reich
The hardcore money men of this metropolis
Maintaining the media upholding of the populace
Damn I'm good but don't wince
I can make five quicker than your eyes can blink
Tell a tale of the days when we finally got it
When war broke out and the crops all rotted
Sod it, we all carry on but the kids
I mean what about the kids
Will I care if I'm dead, will my ghost get ill
When I've turned off the lights and I've head to the hills

We came here to save your life
I'm trying to sustain the height
This ain't even plain advice
That's when I turn out the lights

And there's a storm going on outside
Nobody's safe from the floods and the rising tide
I need a place on a hill
Higher ground, sit and I chill
Clean air, not a sound, food by the pound still
If we're too near the Arctic, my ethanol bowl floods
Too near the equator and my crops no good
And is my cloud filter working while China gets bigger
I'm badder because stakes get shaky on the ladder
I'm telling you mate, you might wanna escape
You might wanna buy a good dingy that ain't gonna deflate
Hold that thought man, read the reports and
I see the future that Bush tried to distort, damn!
Get my atlas down
Show my kids where we you to lived in the days of Brown
That blue patch off of the coast of East Hampshire
We all new the question but still need the answer

We came here to save your life
I'm trying to sustain the height
This ain't even plain advice
That's when I turn out the lights