Текст песни Bad Religion - The Streets Of America
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Текст песни Bad Religion - The Streets Of America
desolate and without purposeradiating from so many septic sourcesforming the fabric of a wayward peopledisappearing as the vestiges of our pastscratched like tartan into virgin soila substrate for progress and disarray( )a spreading network of broken dreamssearching for a thoroughfare to take us awayjust a little tale from the streets of America (say a little prayer)sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteriatrenchant, weary native sonsstep backand see the damage donemeander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)the streets of Americablack, tarred concretepine for melying domantfor you and countryhardened surfacecracked withincatch the sweatfrom off the chinof men and womensenior and child