Текст песни Nick Cave and The Bad Seed - City Of Refuge
Nick Cave and The Bad Seed - City Of Refuge слова песни
You better run You better run and run and runYou better run You better runYou better run to the City of RefugeYou better run You better runYou better run to the City of Refuge You stand before your makerIn a state of shameBacause your robes are covered in mudWhile your kneel at the feetOf a woman of the streetThe gutters will run with bloodThey will run with blood! You better run, you better runYou better run to the City of RefugeYou better run, you better runYou better run to the City of Refuge In the days of madnessMy brother, my sisterWhen you`re dragged toward the Hell-mouthYou will beg at the endBut there ain`t gonna be one, friendFor the grave will spew you outIt will spew you out! You better run, you better runYou better run to the City of RefugeYou better run, you better runYou better run to the City of Refuge You`ll be working in the darknessAgainst your fellow manAnd you`ll find you`re called to come forthSo you`ll scrub and you`ll scrubBut the trouble is, budThe blood it won`t wash offNo, it won`t come off! You better run, you better runYou better run to the City of Refuge You better run, you better runYou better run and run and runYou better run to the City of Refuge