Текст песни Frank Black - The Cult of Ray
Frank Black - The Cult of Ray слова песни
What is there to say ? Still I can`t be silentHear the cult of rayAnd you`ll be enlightenedPeople, they`re no funI saw raymond speak one time, he said helloAnd as he opened up my mind, so fried and batteredI heard his words so very fine so high above this constant dripping chatterYoung sharks feeding on the scrappleAnd upstarts feeding on your adam`s appleAnd you can`t hear yourself in all this babbleAnd are you feeling role strainMelting rock into metalMelting rock into metalMelting rock into metal again ? In a dark placeIn the deep skyIs an old manIs an old manIn a coffee canAnd he`s waitingIn the old rainIn the dep skyAnd he`s waitingHear the cult of rayFear the boy as tyrantPeople have a wayWhen their mood is violentPeople, they`re no funI have a century in mind, wait, oh noAt least two centuries in mind, say, it doesn`t matterThis rock is turning into sand while we are drowning here in our own shatterYou can`t eat dirt cause it tastes so awfulLike no sugar in your turkish coffeeAnd can`t smile cause I got me a mouthfulAnd i`ve been grinding this grainMelting rock into metalMelting rock into metalMelting rock into metal againIn a dark placeIn the deep waterIs an old manIn a coffee canAnd he`s waitingIn the old rain