Sorprese

Soul Mining

You're floating down a tunnel
In a little wooden box
You're cold and you're lonely and enveloped in fog
You've been prized open and left here to die
You should've trusted your instincts
'Cause they don't tell lies

Something always goes wrong when things are going right
You've swallowed your pride
To quell the pain inside
Someone captured your heart
Like a thief in the night
And squeezed all juice out until it ran dry

You've been read like an open book
Page by page
You'll never tell anyone your inner thoughts again
You were taken in
By a heart of fools' gold
Now you're drifting in circles
In the depths of your soul

Something always goes wrong when things are going right
You've swallowed your pride
To quell the pain inside
Someone captured your heart
Like a thief in the night
And squeezed all juice out until it ran dry
(repeating chorus)

Questo potrebb essere un manifesto programmatico per la sinistra!


Heartland


Beneath the old iron bridges
Across the victorian parks
And all the frightened people running home before dark
Past the Saturday morning cinema
Lies crumbling to the ground
And the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town
I've come to smell the seasons change and watch the city
As the sun goes down again

Here comes another winter
Of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter
Waiting for utopia
Waiting for hell to freeze over

This is the land where nothing changes
The land of red buses
And blue blooded babies
This is the place where pensioners are raped
And the hearts are being cut from the welfare state
Let the poor drink the milk
While the rich eat the honey
Let the bums count their blessings
While they count the money

So many people can't express what's on their minds
Nobody knows them
Nobody ever will
Until their backs are broken
Their dreams are stolen
And they can't get what they want
Then they're gonna get angry
Well it ain't written in the papers
But it's written on the walls
The way this country's divided to fall
So the cranes are moving on the skyline
Trying to knock down this town
But the stains on the heartland
Can never be removed
From this country that's sick, sad, and confused

Here comes another winter
Of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter
Waiting for utopia
Waiting for hell to freeze over

This is the 51st state of the USA (Repeating)

The ammunition's being passed
And the Lord's been praised
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained
All the bankers gettin' sweaty beneath their white collars
As the pound in our pocket turns into a dollar

This is the 51st state of the USA
(Repeat and fade)

Sweet Bird Of Truth

"Red leader this is combat. Your forward air controller. I have three targets for you. Your first target is a blockhouse. Target number eleven at the north east corner of the combat zone. Request napalm."
"Roger. White's leader, set up your switches. Set you napalm on the blockhouse -- Northeast corner of the target area."
"White leader understands. Thirty seconds."
"White flag, this is bandit. I have you in sight, rolling to the west. Call to confirm you have target in sight."

Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia (repeating)

Six o'clock in the morning
And I'm the last person in this plane still awake
You know I can almost smell
The blood washing against the shores
Of this land that can't forget its past
Oh, the wind that carries this plane
Is the wind of change
Heaven sent and hell bent
Over the mountain tops we go
Just like all the other GI Joes
EE-AY-EE-AY adios!

This is your captain calling
With an urgent warning
We're above the Gulf of Arabia
Our altitude is falling
And I can't hold her up
There's no time for thinking
All hands on deck
This bird is sinking

Across the beaches and cranes
Rivers and trains
All the money I've made
Bodies I've maimed
Time was when I seemed to know
Just like any other GI Joe
Should I cry like a baby
Die like a man
While all the planets little wars
Start joining hands
Oh, what a heaven -- what a hell
You know there's nothing can be done in the whole wide world
Arabia

I don't know what's wrong or right
I'm just a regular guy
With bottled up insides
I ain't ever been to church
Or believed in Jesus Christ
But I'm praying that God's with you
When you die

This is your captain calling
With an urgent warning
We're above the Gulf of Arabia
Our altitude is falling
And I can't hold her up
There's no time for thinking
All hands on deck
This bird is sinking
Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia (repeating)