Cotton mouth is bleeding, one way glass deceiving
|
Dope me up on women and credit cards
|
Promise X-Ray vision and fancy cars
|
The tables set for the bourgeois
|
Better get in line with your dinner tray
|
Cause when it's all ran out and it's just you left
|
With the nut job swigging his crystal meth
|
And there's a constant ring of machinery
|
Is there a place for me in history?
|
|
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
|
Throwing them miles away, now it's another day
|
To shelter from the storm
|
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
|
Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day
|
To shelter from the storm
|
|
Sons of time are rising, 16 minds exploding
|
It's the 21st century ain't it cool?
|
It's taught us how to eat and how to drool
|
And the wind up merchants are out in force
|
Telling you my brother to change your course
|
And you won't be the first to think it's wrong
|
When all you really want is to band a gong
|
Cause it's all sawn up in our misery
|
Is there a place for me in the history?
|
|
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
|
Throwing them miles away, now it's another day
|
To shelter from the storm
|
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
|
Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day
|
To shelter from the storm
|
We go've got to break down the walls and shelter from the storm
|
We go've got to break down the walls and shelter from the storm
|
We go've got to break down the walls and shelter from the storm
|
We go've got to break down the walls and shelter from the storm
|
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
|
Throwing them miles away, now it's another day
|
To shelter from the storm
|
Sending the boys away, leaving them out to play
|
Throwing them miles away, wishing for new years day
|
To shelter from the storm
|
|
-----------------
|
Acid Turkish Bath (Shelter From The Storm)
|
Kasabian |