Текст песни The Walkabouts - Smokestack
The Walkabouts - Smokestack слова песни
Swept the floor of dreams Live ones in the cracksCrawling from the woodworkJust to break your mother`s backHail the future kingNo surprises leftFormula is widely know by chemistsAnd the minds they`ve blownSmokestackSmokestackSmokestackCount `em 1 in 10Can`t hold on to those threatsNot-so-distant cousinsOf the nails on which you sleptAmateur contortionistWith pyrotechnic skillThis is not a mob you ruleIt`s just the family barbecueSmokestackSmokestackSmokestackSmokestackSmokestackSmokestackStanding on my headAnd just in time to seeA promise in each pocketAnd a liar in each sleeveThe spoils have been crudely cutIn out of balance halvesNothing left to peace or calmThat explosions couldn`t bring along