Текст песни Harper Roy -  Band Of The Dead   
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Lonely facesEmpty spacesHiding placesNowhere to beGrowing skylinesSpreading street signs........Jesus freakersAll in straight lines.........Strange believersMore every days...............Too many speakers                              All in the wayBut it`s all the same the world overTwentieth centuryStuck in the redIn the bank of the deadHoly SocietyInsanity cities etcMaybe you`ll catch usBut you won`t reach usTrying to teach usHow to be goodWith civilisationBy populationWith moral castrationTaming the floodMaking sure of survivorsTo keep money spidersAnd moon rocket ridersRolling in bloodAnd it`s all the same the world over etc