disown themselves now? Engineer, slow down this old train Cinders and chaff, laugh at the moon Night birds will cackle, rotting like apples on trees Sending their dead melodies
could disown themselves now Engineer, slow down this old train Cinders and chaff Laugh at the moon Night birds will cackle Rotting like apples on trees Sending their dead melodies
Übersetzung: Beck. Dead Melodies.
Where will you go When this day is over A gambler's purse Lays on the road Straight to your door Snakes have gone crazy tonight Winding their way out
