Текст песни Swingin` Utters - Fruitless Fortunes
Swingin` Utters - Fruitless Fortunes слова песни
The fascists and their many guisesAnarchists and their fantasizingIt seems sometimes they`re sailing the same boatPoliticians mesmerizing throngs of automated soulsAs some similar psycho`s screwing on the scopeI`m leaving townTo join sophisticates in my headWe`ll have our fun playing the hypocrite criticAnd when all the creatures in their palaces are crushedI can safely say "I`m coming home"Fairy tales and fruitless fortunesAcquired from some sad story tellerCan sometimes be enough to keep me mum in my keepOrgan grinders orating overtures of madnessAs the heinous hipster`s spending his unearned currencyThere may be many ways of reaching the same plateauI`ll take the road less traveledIf it looks like it ain`t been soldThe chains around my neck won`t breakBut at least they`re made of solid