I've got a war inside my head It's got to set your soul free I've got a wheel inside my head A wheel of understanding I'm a loadin', loadin' my war machine
I don't need a seance I don't read grey lines I signed it away way long I hate, slow songs whoa yeah, I don't even care whoa yeah, I go over there my
You don't seem to understand the deal I don't give two shits on how you feel You're burned by my lighter You've been burned by my lighter And my lighter
Late one night through a purple sky A vision touched my soul Listening to the wind that night My soul lost control 500 years of voices carry on the
Calling, calling, calling, calling Yea (Calling) Calling on it (Calling) There's a red red sun And I'm thinkin' of you I tell it a story As it sinks
I'd been living through days Carrying no burden But the shit of cattle And my resignation Until the sun rose crimson Crept across my limbs and I saw
I am living through days Carrying no burden But the shit of cattle and my resignation 'Til the sun grows crimson Crept across my hands and I saw that
There's a red red sun And I'm thinking of you I tell it a story And it sinks out of view One sun apart One heart within Red sun shines on Sees
Перевод: Бесплодные земли. ВС Красное Солнышко.
Перевод: Inxs. Красное Красное Солнышко.
: There's a red red sun And I'm thinking of you I tell it a story And it sinks out of view One sun apart One heart within Red sun shines on Sees
: I've got a wall inside my head It's got to set your soul free I've got a Wheel inside my head The wheel of understanding I'm a loading, a loading
: you don't seem to understand the deal, I don't give two shits on how you feel, you're burned by my lighter, you've been burned by my lighter, and my
: I don't need a seance I don't read grey lines I signed it away way long I hate, slow songs whoa yeah, I don't even care whoa yeah, I go over there
: Freedom run [Repeat] Free to run [Repeat]... Freedom run [Repeat] No break through, I steal for you. I need ya, and there's nothing you can do, yeah
: Woo-hoo! Yeah, oh, yeah. Oh, mm. Oh, mm.
: Everyone seems to be singing for Satan Guess I will to. What a joke, You make me laugh, Till I turn blue. Any tailor's out to ware, What a menhir