so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands Tolerance slips
heart, corpse torn apart Organ munching, eating your brains Zombies come rip off your head On the island of the dead
down on the shore empty hotels above the sand, like tombstones love is in the chicken blood spilled on earthen floors in the heaving breasts of Our Lady of the Dead
weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands Tolerance
Перевод: Manic Street Preachers. Мертвые деревья и островки.
Перевод: Гробовщик. Остров мертвых.
One more just passed me by. I'm running out of fake interest in everybody doing shit. I think about ten months ago when I was drinking in Seattle about
arrest Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands Tolerance
My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo Pratt All the political Prisoners San Quinton All the jailhouses
he stood as the people did wage their war This island was the treasure that they fought for Love & honor was fought with no valor The dead were lying
waves off the atlas Coolin, that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks That's the way we live, Staten Island
to talk, i can feel them going soft. uh oh. don't ask me to sign your skin. can't you see these little kids? and you're the kind of girl to take home to mom, if my momma was dead
