Lyrics to Wastelands
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The boy is listening to those records from the pastHe wants to make them lastFor they make him feel aliveThey are the voices of the faces on the wallHe listens to them allHangs on every little tale they tellHe knows them all and their live storiesShares their pain and shares their gloriesOne day he even cut their names upon his skinThey mean that much to himFor them he´d take the testHis bedroom window opens to the evening airThe fox is in his lairThe volume of his system is full onBut the nighbours moan and the parents callThis angry noice is the muzak of the wastelandsThe wasrelandsThe boy is dressing in the fashion of todayThe kids all dressed that wayYou can tell them anywhereThe boy looks out and sees his friends are waiting thereIn the cold electri cglareof those lamps that make you think that night is dayThey drags theire lusts into your sightWith shouts and screams they meet the nightThey block your way in twos and foursIn uniforms from city scoreIt won´t be long beforeA martyr´s blood is nourishing the wastelandsYes it won´t be long beforeA martyr´s blood is nourishing the wastelandsThe wastelandsOh wastelands




Songwriters: URE, MIDGE / MITCHELL, DANIEL
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP
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