Текст песни Clark Anne - Poets Turmoil Number 364
Clark Anne - Poets Turmoil Number 364 слова песни
Keep me back in the real worldFrom which we try to runMusic and words don`t mean anythingThrough the barrel of a gunA poem cannot heal a woundBooks won`t help you findThat something which you`re searching forBut just add questions to the mindTell me now in black and whiteWhat you`re supposed to doWhen fists and knives and sticks and bootsCome raining down on youA painted picture on a wallCan`t justify a lifeWhen the weak and poor cannot escapeTheir uglinessand strifeThe actor in a bridge of wordsLeading us to nowhereDressed in costumes to disguiseThe reality of despairThe poets turmoil strikes againAs once more words they fail meAnother bomb has just suppliedThe cross on which to nail me .