Wastelands Lyrics - Singles - Midge Ure

The boy is listening to those records from the past 

He wants to make them last 

For they make him feel alive 

They are the voices of the faces on the wall 

He listens to them all 

Hangs on every little tale they tell 

Knows them all and their life stories 

Shares their pain and shares their glories 

One day he even cut their names upon his skin 

They mean that much to him 

For them he'd take the test 

His bedroom window opens to the evening air 

The fox is in his lair 

The volume of his system is full on 

But the neighbors moan and the parents call 

This angry noise is the muzak of the wastelands 

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Wastelands, the wastelands, wastelands 

The boy is dressing in the fashion of the day 

The kids all dress that way, you can tell them anywhere 

The boy looks out and sees his friends are waiting there 

In the cold electric glare 

Of those lamps that make you think that night is day 

They drag their lusts into your sight 

With shouts and screams they meet the night 

They block your way in twos and fours 

In uniforms from city stores 

They're closing in, who knows the score 

It won't be long before 

A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands 

Wastelands, yes, it won't be long before 

A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands 

Wastelands, the wastelands 

Wastelands, oh, wastelands 

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Wastelands, yes, it won't be long before 

A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands 

A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands 

Wastelands, oh, wastelands