Текст песни Lords Of The New Church - Portobello
Lords Of The New Church - Portobello слова песни
(Bator/James)If you`re living outside of the law. Run to your hole-in-the-wall.Bohemian hideout, a smugglers` inn. Find safety and refuge within.Strangers` bazzar. Doesn`t matter who you are. There`s a meltingpot of lunatic fringe. Seething with sedition. Annointed withwisdom. The streets of Portobello`s extremes. If voting couldchange things they`d make it illegal. Truth is the sword of usall. Insane are the normal. Musicians and outlaws. The artistsand rasta and dreams, dreams, dreams.We gotta go......PortobelloYeah, you gotta go.....PortobelloYou gotta go, we gotta go, I gotta go....Portobello