Тексты песен «Paint It Black»

I know that some days it feels like a 9 to 5 deathmarch. And that's half the waking day taken away. I'm pretty sure that we imagined something more. Don't let that fire in your eyes flicker and fade. They're experts at...

Fed a steady diet of tragedy. It's getting hard to look away. Content with the scraps they leave on our plate. I'm getting sick of the taste. Cutting and draining slowly, intravenous despair. A quick fix of trashy...

I bet you never though you'd see me scratching at air like an amputee. So what's left? I've got a head like a trainwreck. Who's keeping count of the casualties? Fatigue thrusts its jackhammer fists into my eyes, but I'm...

Enter the plague-bearers throwing stones. The not-in-god's-name swearers picking through the bones. A refuge for cowards and hypocrites. Their traps are baited and their fuses lit. Preachers proselytize, and cancers...

If I had a hammer, it would probably by covered in rust. I've got a broom and a dustpan, but they're covered in dust. I tried to fill the cracks. But they're everywhere in this town. This place is haunted and I'm gonna...

You better watch who you call "backwards," Who you call "uncivilized." Treat people like pigeons, I hope they peck out your eyes. Throwing crumbs and passing judgement, nobody asked you to import that shit I see...

I checked the pilot lights and double-checked all the locks. But the captain's asleep at the wheel. We're heading straight for the rocks. I've got the anxiety blocked. Nose to the grindstone, both eyes on the clock...

It's got nothing to do with luck, & it's got nothing to do with sin. You said, "God's got it in for you. You're fucked," but I don't believe in him. Standing underneath stars and satellites. The sky is not falling on...

I've got war on my mind all the time. A fuckin? a slave to the bottom line. Do you recognize that sound? That's your little white lie breaking down. It's coming back around Selling us shit, hand over fist, we're sitting...

Lowered expectations met. Once were wolves, Now domesticated pets. Hijacked syntax, Footprints on our backs. I guess in retrospect We should have covered our tracks. But we see what's underneath, the empty Threat when...

So you're the fucking tin man? If you only had A heart. Your eyes are rusted shut, too caught Up in yourself to start letting down your guard, Or trying to discard your insulation. You got Fired before you could retire...

Sweep out the cobwebs & recalibrate the Currency. They're robbing us blind. They're trimming the fat, and counting every Calorie. Can't you see that they're robbing Us blind? Inveterate invertebrates ingest and...

They want to throw away the key; They don't care what the age is. They're getting rich burning books and building cages. Scared to death because they know where the rage is. My diagnosis: "fucked" - and I think it's...

There's a price on our heads. Remember when we couldn't give it away? They want to see us dead, but they'll be happy Just to watch the decay. And I've been reading about our demise. Trying to see myself through your...

We are the sound and the fury. We're what's left of the hope and the glory. Foreshadowed by the dust in the ghost town, ond the rust of the factory shutdown. I've got a fistful of crumbs, and a mouthful of lies...

We hit the streets with fast beats. No surrender and no retreat. Back then, "get in the van" was our battle cry, even though half the time we couldn't see eye to eye. A lot of heart, a little luck, and just a pinch of...

In on the joke, but I can't laugh. We tried to make the grade; I guess we still can't pass. I may be white but I'm a fucking kike and I'm here to tell you where to stick that trash. I don't want the insider's smile or...

He says he wants to get better, but first he has to get a little sicker. He holds his tongue like he holds his liquor. Too young to call it quits. Too old to settle for nostalgia, so he settles for this. Too scared to...

They've got an army of accountants counting matchsticks, And an arsenal of distraction tactics. They'll use our senses against us: Manipulating desire and consensus. And they'll use guns, They'll use tear gas. I can...

The medicine cabinet's empty, there's nothing for my head. Inside I'm made of concrete, my eyelids feel like lead. I'm feeling for pulse but it's no use. My head was screwed on tight, now it's coming loose. I've been to...