Текст песни Beck - Cold Brains
Beck - Cold Brains слова песни
Cold brains, unmoved, untouched, ungluedAlone at lastAnd no thoughts, no mind, to rot behindA trail of disastersA final curseAbandoned hearseWe ride, disownedCorroded to the boneThe fields of green are bent, obsceneI lay upon the gravelAnd a worm of hope, a hangmans ropePulls me one way or the otherA final curseAbandoned hearseWe write these songsCorroded to the boneA bird of song is heard no longerIn the evacuated heavensThe drain is drawn and drained and goneAnd on and on, it doesnt matterA final curseAbandoned hearseWe ride, disownedCorroded to the boneA bird of song is heard no longerIn the evacuated heavensThe drain is drawn and drained and goneAnd on and on, it doesnt matter