Текст песни New Model Army - Burning Season
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I`m sick of the sight of some snot-nosed kid Cutting a swathe through the age of deconstructionPicking at the sores of the dying beast And winning all the prizes for imaginationI don`t know what we`ve got to lose But I see the statues beginning to fallThe deisel`s turning, the moon is highCh: What the hell are we waiting for?I see the smoke on the blue horizonI smell the fires of the burning seasonWhat the hell are we waiting for?I`m sick of the ironies piled up high In this sneery culture with its knowing smileI`m sick of the sermons from the Church of UnbeliefAll fat, empty and anaesthetisedThe emperor`s out riding naked againI can`t believe we`re still playing this tired old gameLet`s get out there and cut him downCh: What the hell are we waiting for? . . On a smoky yellow sunset, I`m sitting at the wheelAs the traffic crawls by on the ten-laneBumper to bumper, nowhere to nowhere into the next milleniumI see you drowning in a sea of rageLet`s go back and get the ones who put you down hereThe highway`s jammed up with disinformationAnd the anaesthetic dealers are selling by the millionCh: What the fuck are we waiting here for? . .