Текст песни The Suicide File - The Edge Of Town
The Suicide File - The Edge Of Town слова песни
The Cul-de-sac jungle is a cruel placeIt`s a living rotting failure from a different ageAnd if you`re looking for the place that dreams go to dieit`s not in the city it`s around the outsideYou can mortgage your future for subleached purityand accept the sterility in exchange for securitybut no matter how many times you run from your fearsthe same problems always re-appearDay after day it`s all just decayand the promised land just gets further awayOn these dead lawns lie your father`s dreamsWhite flight. White blight. White screamsOn these dead lawns lie your mother`s dreamsRum, Romanism And TammanyIdealism is fucking deadLaughed off the stage at countless conventionsLaissez faire is en vogue againIt`s silver tongue has been heaven sentOne man, one vote, throw it awayOne land, one hope, throw it awayWhen every candidate looks the same, born of noble bloodSo don`t fucking talk to me about our tradition of democracyWho the fuck am I supposed to believe in