The Shadow Of Seattle Lyrics - Marcy Playground - Marcy Playground

Rain 

Like tin angels falling down 

Like a mission and we're halfway there 

From some old dried up, fried forgotten town 

Why 

Won't they let us be ourselves? 

With our potential we could toe the line 

And show the bastards up with our divine 

Light light light light 

Seize 

All the records from the past 

Hold for ransom all the artifacts 

This ragged town protects them to the last 

With lies lies lies lies 

See them running heading 

Homeward to Seattle 

Deem 

All the liars in your tribe 

To be the fires on the western side 

Of some old front we call 'The war of art' 

Rain 

Like tin angels falling down 

Like a mission and we're halfway there 

From some old dried up, fried forgotten town 

From some old dried up, fried forgotten town 

To some old dried up, fried forgotten town