Vista previa
I was walking down the street with my chains tied up to my feet
I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk
Now this street tells the same old boring tale that has failed in so many ways of life
To trust its stories youve got to be dull as them
And all the love Ive got in here
Youve just killed you peasants didnt even care
The love I had in store you raped for more
And all the dreams I had in here youve just stolen
You peasants didnt even care
But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch, my golden hand
Cause its guarded by your promises
I met her in a crowded room where the bookshelves help you and knowledge takes your hand
I watched her beauty from an armchair
I said Hey girl have you seen that film with those kids in New York in the eighties
Oh, you have Well, can I watch it with you anyway
And all the love Ive got in here
Congratulation Mr. Major you savior, betrayer, you stinking master of trusts
How does it feel to ride all those horses
You cannot touch our hearts when were in bloom
I assume that well win over the heads again
We conceal non, youll feel none, thats what I promise
And all the love weve got in store, you cant kill You peasants! We won it all
And the love I have for her you cannot touch, my golden hand,
Cause its guarded by your filthy promises
And all the love Ive got in here
Honey I love you, like the summer falls
And the winter crawls youre above and beyond me