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Tekst :

Keep your eyes open and prick up your ears ---
rehearse your loudest cry.
There s folk out there who would do you harm
so I ll sing you no lullaby.
There s a lock on the window; there s a chain on the door:
a big dog in the hall.
But there s dragons and beasties out there in the night
to snatch you if you fall.

So come out fighting with your rattle in hand.
Thrust and parry. Light
a match to catch the devil s eye. Bring
a cross of fire to the fight.

And let no sleep bring false relief
from the tension of the fray.
Come wake the dead with the scream of life.
Do battle with ghosts at play.

Gather your toys at the call-to-arms
and swing your big bear down.
Upon our necks when we come to set
you sleeping safe and sound.

It s as well we tell no lie
to chase the face that cries.
And little birds can t fly
so keep an open eye.
It s as well we tell no lie
so I ll sing you no lullaby.

Tekst :

Hard liner, she brings ice when I bring fire.
She s a hard liner.
Tightrope cross Niagara
She d cut the wire
Never feel a thing.
Walked the sidewalk of another strange avenue.
Kicked my heels and wished my feet were in some other shoes.
But I m not running from that hard liner.

Well she brings ice when I bring fire.
She s a real hard liner.
How does she retain my heart s desire?
It s a funny thing.
Knows what she wants, knows how to get it, too.
Scares me with cold logic, scares me with the witch s brew.
But I keep on drinking.
Hard liner.

Hard liner.
I m framed and I m hanging on the wall.
She s a hard liner.
I m like some big game trophy hat-stand in the hall.
But I remember warm and loving nights.
Her red hair, restaurants,
Swaying bust, headlights
It s a funny thing.

Hard liner.
Yeah, she brings ice when I bring fire.
Hard liner.
Tightrope cross Niagara, don t cut my wire.
Hard liner, hard, hard liner.
She brings sun when I bring rain.
She s a real hard liner.
Yeah, we ve got it all crossed up again.

Hard liner. Hard liner.
Now I don t think we can stay in the same town.

Tekst :

People -- what have you done --
locked Him in His golden cage.
Made Him bend to your religion --
Him resurrected from the grave.
He is the god of nothing --
if that s all that you can see.
You are the god of everything --
He s inside you and me.
So lean upon Him gently
and don t call on Him to save you
from your social graces
and the sins you used to waive.
The bloody Church of England --
in chains of history --
requests your earthly presence at
the vicarage for tea.
And the graven image you-know-who --
with His plastic crucifix --
he s got him fixed --
confuses me as to who and where and why --
as to how he gets his kicks.
Confessing to the endless sin --
the endless whining sounds.
You ll be praying till next Thursday to
all the gods that you can count.

I lead you
Through my ruin
You ll find soon
I m your rune
You ll find soon
I m your rune

Glint, glint
Slice, slice
Very close to my eye.

Glint, glint
Slice, slice
Very close to my eye.

Canivete peixeria saltitando no ar
Canivete peixeria saltitando no ar...

We said something to her
Cause of something she said
And we did something to her
Cause of something she did
Now kick her out she s a fucking liar
Kick her out she ain t no fighter, like us
She can...

Free the Dream Within
The stars are Crying
A Tear, a Sigh
Escapes from Heaven
And Worlds End

Breathe the Dream Within
The Mystifying
We Tremble and Spin
Suspended Within

Look Beyond
Where Hearts Can See
Dream...

W szarym popiele zwykłych dni i ja i ty a każdą chwilę kradnie czas, i życie łatwopalne i nieprzewidywalne pędzi obok nas, a mury się do góry pną i mroźne czarne chmur coraz większe są.

REF: Żyją w nas dzieci wszystkich gwiazd, dzieci wszystkich gwiazd, żyją w nas dzieci...

feat. Killah Priest

As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing*
to reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. The first three bring
conquest to war and famine.

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yea, yea, yea, yea.
Yea, yea. Fuck that!...