Tekst :

Have you seen the old menthat lean on the wallsof salvation hallsin the streets of your town
You can t have missedthe vagranthe is the rubblehe is the trouble you want to remove
In the parks about sundownhe makes his bedhis shoes are a pillow for his head
Have you seen the young menthat look so oldthey d rather have the cold dark lonely road
Have you ever wonderedwhy do they goleaving the tv and the automo
You can see them hailing trucks down the open roadyou wave your thumb and you hop on boardyou ain t got no keeper you don t need a friendi betcha wish you were the sameyeah i betcha wish you were the same
Have you seen the old menwe lean on the wallsof salvation hallsin the streets of your townwe re just a little shadywe get a little crazyin the streets of your town
In the parks about sundownwe lay our headsour shoes are our pillowthe grass our beddon t need no keeperand don t need no friendi betcha wish you were the sameyeah i betcha wish you were the same

No more... Harassed Hearts Primeval wings of solitude
The cross has saved the soil
Traces given to sinister moods
Cavity of hate
Unborn faith, scorn beneath
The quest for death
Gold built the mortal feat
Into the phallic tantrum
Stronghold of eternal fear
Into the phallic tantrum
Their only wish......

Nowadays they want a soldier fighternot a preacher writer or a mystery mansomebody told me that the future s brightermake tomorrow lighter put it in your hands
But i don t wanna cry anymoretry anymore -- die anymore
Heaven knows i m impatienti can t control these hands of fateheaven knows i...

Oo, but love was just so hard to finduntil you came along into my lifethen i thought i would lose my mindwhen you said that you wanted to be mineand ever since that day i ve been hookedand nothin could turn me awaythis livin with you s like...

I took a risk against all odds
Had to be strong all on my own
Overcome with many ideas and fears
What should I do to carry on (carry on)?

I ve got to hold on (hold on)
Be strong, yeah
Which path should I choose
Still more to walk*

No matter what I ll be okay (be...

Heaven and shores
Beneath the death of the sun
Suffering at will
Slaves in the cavity of doom
Wastelands without winds
Cries cut through the lies
The heat of the deserts
Heart closes to my throat
Will death cleanse me of this nemesis
I taste the blood and all the...