Текст песни DIRTY ROTTEN IMBECILES - Man Unkind
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Текст песни DIRTY ROTTEN IMBECILES - Man Unkind
Sadder than any song I've sungIs growing old or dying youngThis earth is a grave, round and greenA tomb of sorrow which I've seenA massive field we wander throughGreat sky above vast and blue( )Death may come in a day or twoWhether or not I'm false or true(CHORUS) (X2)Man, without an answerLike a bird with broken wingWrapped up in his miseryForgetting how to singStraight from the stretched out womb of sinThe horrid fire bombs will fallHere is hope for priests and preachersHere is heresy for allSo, man unkind will perishIn a final fiery blazeOr suffocate himself slowlyIn his smoggy yellow haze(CHORUS) (X4)The sun so sore from marchingTowards that receding westWhere pity no longer governsWith wisdom as his guest