Текст песни Hunters And Collectors - The Way To Go Out (3 23)
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Well the air was so light it fell like a featherFell down upon the land where the people walkedWell I ran and I ran from one house to anotherI sweated out the fear that the boss-god taughtI saw a rusty old woman giving birth in the gutterI went down upon my knees when the little tacker talkedAnd the way to go out was in a bottle of fearIn a body of anger and a gut full of beerAnd Mt Nameless was listening, listening, listening, listeningMt Nameless was listeningWell her hair was so light it fell like a featherFell down upon the line in the people`s courtAnd she walked though the door with her hands tied togetherSpitting on the faces that the boss-god boughtAnd that rusty old woman`s giving birth in the gutterI went down upon my knees when the little tacker talkedAnd Mt Nameless was listening, listening, listening, listeningMt Nameless was listeningAnd the way to go outThe way to go out, the way to go outThe way to go out was clear