In the park there's a wicker made plane. That crashed down just the other day. The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented. And crash landed in the middle of the city.
Come all the unfortunates. Come on with your throwaway youth. They say it's written for you. No matter what you do. . 'Cause you see somethin' happened up in Riding Hood Hills.
Downwind there is a comin'. A rumble in the sand, it sets our feet to runnin'. For the fear of the faceless man. And for the fear of the faceless man.
Rushian, always Rushian. Yeah, yeah. Rushian, always Rushian. Yeah, yeah. . Anatole, do you have to keep on telling me. That this time will pass you and we won't be.
Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. . Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?.
Heard of a land held by a troubled hand. Where the whiskey runs the coal. Don't you dare go ask the newsman. 'Cause he'll tell you everything he don't know.
Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo. Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area, it's okay. In the city said, he cut a cord of wood. No bigger than a thimble but still plenty good, it's okay.
The women in the valley forged her. Them go day to day. Don't let them raid me home and. My home and place. . These men they don't see beyond. So they war and war.
Dear Mr. Omar Bay. Heard the news that you left today. You still countin' all them taxicabs. They takin' you back to the time you have left?. . Do you well remember Vietnam.
I work in the kitchen at an old folk's home. I do my best but I too am getting on. I do the dishes but lately I been dropping plates. See as I get older, my hands are starting to shake.
I did not know but. But someone died in my sleep last night. I tried to reach the phone. But in the darkness, I knocked over the light. . And can you speak up?.
On the one they'll catch ya. If you skirt disaster. On the day they told her. But she wannna stay, stay. . And all the ones that saw ya. Witnesses of Goya.
Heard you sold your friend. Got a good price at the local store. You know he could've turned you in. Could have been you on the concrete floor. . Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news.
It was a ruff night, turned into years in an unknown land. Just a grudge fight, cooked up by the DC suites on hand. We had a hard time but we tried to understand.
Offed by just the man he used to know. Many years before and twenty and vertigo. Scarlet billows he breathes. The sigh of relief of a killers. . So tip you hat to the gentleman.
On behalf of the resistance. And all of our existence. The wanted man. The conquered man. . We know not of your borders. But you push us to your corners.
Did you get the invitation?. The Swan song of a nation. Everyone's waitin' for you inside. . We got soda pop and hickory stills. Quinn the Eskimo in espadrilles.
Whoa, a little love at Caesar's. Whoa, you know I love to please her. Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far. . Whoa, a little love at Caesar's. Whoa, whoa, whoa, you know I love to please her.
Mama, mama don't look now, I'll say it when. There's a red bus and it's comin' up along. And I might recommend that when the protests are over. . You will not expect to be so well.
Woke him up with a barrel to his head. His eyes shut tight, bracing for the blow. Resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hand. . Twenty days in a concrete fallout.