Текст песни Midnight Oil - Brave Faces
Midnight Oil - Brave Faces слова песни
I`ve seen faces in the window I`ve seen faces in the streetThey talk and walk of nothingI`ve known many restless summons the sand dunes I imagineA place without a postcardFlower people were so beautiful but straight and louds the wayGood luck the beatnik spiritThe talk of politicians the sentences of cynics are the sentences of childhoodThey`re all talking shit to meOuttalked by the mass media to pay the bills it liesAnd the lies we eat with breakfastBrave faces face the boardroom the oak stained wallsFall silent they leave lined with defeatAnd they got those tears in their eyesWell it makes no sense to meWhy don`t they understand we`re so ordinary tooI saw the exits closing nowPain and passions my point of viewWell there`s nothin like the truthI`ve seen men that have been marked out, ruled out by grim assassinsThey fell hard on instant replayAnd I`m never going tere well the place I see is so much better`Cos it makes no sense to meI saw the exits closing nowBurning mountains burning paper burning all around and eaten.