: There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights
: Under the ruins of a walled city Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light No flags of truce, no cries of pity The siege guns had been pounding through
Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteen Marching through countries they'd never seen Virgins with rifles, a game of charades All for a children's crusade
You can't stay there You can't stay there You can't stay there You can't stay there There were rooms of forgiveness In the house that we share But the
Under the ruins of a walled city Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light No flags of truce, no cries of pity The siege guns had been pounding through
If you need somebody, call my name If you want someone, you can do the same If you want to keep something precious You got to lock it up and throw away
In the empire of the senses You're the queen of all you survey All the cities all the nations Everything that falls your way There is a deeper wave than
There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights
In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria Conditioned to respond to all the threats In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets Mr.
I woke up in my clothes again this morning I don't know exactly where I am And I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can He
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Oh! Demolition, demolition Demolition, demolition Tied to the tracks and the train's fast coming Strapped to the wing with the engine running You say
This place has changed for good Your economic theory said it would It's hard for us to understand We can't give up our jobs the way we should Our blood
: Oh! Demolition, demolition Demolition, demolition Tied to the tracks and the train's fast coming Strapped to the wing with the engine running You say
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