Текст песни Marcy Playground - The Shadow Of Seattle
Marcy Playground - The Shadow Of Seattle слова песни
RainLike tin angels falling downLike a mission and we`re halfway thereFrom some old dried up fried forgotten townWhyWon`t they let us be ourselvesWith out potential we could toe the lineAnd show the bastards up with our divine LightSeizeAll the records from the pastHold ransom all the artifactsThis ragged town protects them to the lastWith liesSee them running homeward to SeattleDeemAll the liars in your tribeTo be the fires on the westen sideOf some old froom we call the war of artRainLike tin angels falling downLike a mission and we`re halfway thereFrom some old dried up fried forgotten townFrom some old dried up fried forgotten townTo some dried up fried up forgottenTown