Black Sky Lyrics - Martinis & Bikinis - Sam Phillips

The trees are listening 

Each time a missile's made 

They hide three mystics 

The earth sends from her grave 

To tell us the future has been stolen away 

By diggers, drillers and sellers 

We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky 

He took my picture 

In the cemetery sun 

My body was tempted 

To crumble into one 

Reunion of dust until creation's done 

Returning ashes to ashes 

We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky 

La, la, la 

La, la, la 

La, la, la 

The commerce the intrigue 

Self-slaughtered souls 

Cry out to dead poor men 

For a drink at the water hole 

Their tongues will burn dry 

As the day they were sold for forests 

Raped into deserts 

We won't stop till we're underneath the black sky 

La, la, la 

La, la, la 

La, la, la 

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