The Ark - 2007 - Prayer For The Weekend все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Thank God I was born in a time when something new was about to start
Been shut down I've been kicked around, now there's an A-bomb in my heart
And I know that the times are rough but I won't play dead while I'm alive
So hang on and we'll turn up the sound of all the anger in our hearts

'cause right now under this fevering moon I wanna take you for a ride
To the reasons you need, be it hunger or greed, it's okay

Night after night I tell myself
That I gotta find a way to escape this void
After all is said and done
My resum??'s gonna be elegant from now on
You put the strap around your neck
Funny that I'm not dangling up there all along

Sickness will kindly talk to the mind

Walk with me slowly
let in some air
I know we both have been lonely
And I wasn't there
But here's a packet of peanuts here's a pint of beer
we both run around in circles when there's nothing to fear

And if I ever did you any wrong

He come 'round for the afterparty
Got a reception more than hearty
Well No Wonder - here he was
Our city's most prominent martyr
Who stuck needles in his arms
while you and I still stuck to smarties
and who taught us all 'bout poetry and how to pick up birds
He who hung on to his pathos