Текст песни The Fatima Mansions - Sleep of the Just
The Fatima Mansions - Sleep of the Just слова песни
Lift up your head, lift up your headYour room in this decade of eathquake and bileawaits you like a stewardess`s mortuary smileYou`ll miss all the fun, you`ll miss all the funA rich man turned pauper, his death marked [a sham]I can`t get back to see it, `til you lift up your headMe and mine are fools, me and mine are foolssay our elders who despise us, though we`re no longer youngThey`re tired of our sneering, and we`ve blocked out their main street`s sunThey`re sleeping as we rise, one punch is drunk with prideresides in [brutal face], sick from petrol smoke and [steak]The few bohemians, with their too-white shopping wristsconfide in some crimson [page]and pray to look cute in their squalor-dyed hairOld ageRolled out of here, is sun bright and clearand we hold the fortune, in our cumulousThere`s nothing else on earth that I will be part ofWhy waste a lifetime on soil which won`t bear fruit?and why argue with gangsters who only smile and act mute?If he pulls that trigger, as he says he must,then to them, goes the last word [and then]The sleep of the just, the sleep of the just, the sleep of the justBut that`s never enoughBut that`s never, never enough