Текст песни Heartbeats - The Angels

Staggering weary dinosaur
He of the burned out industry
Knocking back drinks at lunch
Stumbling in all punch drunk

Wasting time like it wasn't no thing
Here's the table, nothing to bring
Replacing the practice with preaching
And calls another strategy meeting

It's hard to take advice
From one so out of touch
This is where the heart beats
But you won't find a pulse

Heartbeats on empty streets
It's kinda hard to believe
We're still standing here

Neurotic wife, oh, hopeless son
Only too willing to cut and run
The world sees a cruel joke
The charade went up in smoke

He delegates from a cubbyhole
He calls 'em in, and spits vitriol
You won't find a friend here
The last ship sailed from Bikini Atoll

It's hard to take advice
From one so out of touch
This is where their heart beats
But you won't find a pulse

Heartbeats on empty streets
It's kinda hard to believe
We're still standing here

It's hard to take advice
From one so out of touch
This is where their heart beats
But you won't find a pulse

There's heartbeats on empty streets
It's kinda hard to believe
That we're still standing here

There's heartbeats on empty streets
It's kinda hard to believe
That we're still standing here

Still standing here