Тексты песен «Count Zero»

This tale's been told a time or two But I keep forgetting how it ends My crystal ball is consistently wrong Sometimes it's better not to stare I sink and sit on the ocean floor Come up to fast and get the bends...

That twelve-year old girl sure knows how to flirt. She gets all her cues from popular noise. She's fond Of that line 'bout "hiking the skirt". She's eager to Blow her future on boys. Bite off the roses in my head...

A word of Chaos is in order to describe the way Your mind's behaving seeing Justice in her lingerie... ... portent's of nation's detonations... oh, it's deadening... How worse can hell be? Here can well be just as...

I walk into this party half out of steam, Half in a dream. "Have fun," she'd said, "You might as well be dead For all I know." No one was gonna see The hole from the heaven she stole out of me. The talk we just...

You've always lent an ear For all his suffering. Now, what's the value, dear, For all he's offering? And now, as you support His dimebag martyrdom, This road looks nothing like The one you started from. How...

Pummeling, shoveling flesh with bone lines blur furry and furious Whacked and worn no faces seen suddenly down and delirious Then a fist cuts through the fog and the frenzy. No sense, why me? It's making me Dizzy...

The crayons are being repo'd from cocoons. The clouds learn to suckle from lead straws. The crowd gives applause-sign applause. Signs say "last chance for gas next 50 miles." Done waiting for Brothers Someday and...

Very obvious, even Ho Chi Minh Could sympathize with the mess I'm in I'm number-one-son please tell me are you Charlie Chan? Give me wise proverbials I'm your number one fan Tired of the cheap towels that scratch...

We're here to cut the ropes off! And get your hands untied! Greet my generation With yer arms open wide! Yeah, meet my generation We feed our morals no pride. Meet my generation We don't take our quarrels...

Come on down To the Bikini Machine Where the Teacher DJ Spins the hits so clean You can dance Or just make the scene And there's no live bands Punchin' fists through your screen It's a gas It's a package deal...

Good news is not news to you, Not without evil, or pain. Well, watch out before your life Seeps itself right down the drain. Soon you'll be a bloodless soul Bitter tears is all you'll sweat Groaning over what you...

God imagine me upon your dream Not prohibited a love supreme Thrilled to be transmuted by pure steam Filled until I can't command a seam But when it's the same And I can't tell the moon "come bear the blame" And...

Maybe I'm going through a phase. Lately I dwell on younger days, How stars would shine for me, and how it's different for me now Weren't folks more easily enthused? Were they just keeping me amused? Guess over...

And Li'l John says, "Please, Father, tell the Lord that I'm regretful for my Sins." And as the bells peal, he begins to drain his pockets into bins. Says, as he makes his offerings, "As soon as Coin in Coffer rings,...

Silence throws it's spread across this April dawn. It's cotton coating soaks up dyes of the morning dew. Sunlight shows it's head to choirs of water drops. It's wealth of hours warming this cold and golden morning,...

You, with the ribbons in your hair: Recall when there were flowers there? Before the Men in Power saw red And turned yours into a scapegoat's head? They said your pursuit of liberty Had thrown all their boys in...

You and I are one In fear of loneliness And danger of neglect. We're apt to wither in distress. Cold rush of water fills This rusted tin of corn And all to risk a prick From your neighbor Rose's thorn. Come...

The only bugs seems to be these buxom, busy, Breeding bees who appear as charmed as we by The flowers on your dress. The evening breeze wears A perfume sweet enough to ask in the room and warm Enough I don't...

We got the Moon, it's ours for the taking We got the Moon, it's in our hands Look at the Moon, there's Armstrong-a-leaping He got the Moon, and he's our man. Send our love to Russia Sympathy? Not much. Tell...

If there's a message you could hear I'd swear to God I'd make it clear. I'd tell you how I'm sick and tired Of how you've got the whole shit wired By teaching me resent and hate Towards those the least empow'red of...