Song | Last of The Dreamers |
Artist | The King Blues |
Album | Punk & Poetry |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
This is for the messed up kids bound like dynamite, | |
The wandering drunks out on the town tonight, | |
For the romantic killer that’s never been caught, | |
For the crackpot who hit the jackpot and stopped. | |
This is those who climb right to the top, | |
Just to feel what it’s like to drop, | |
For the critical mass that converges, | |
For the pedophile suppressing his urges. | |
This is for the soldier in contempt of court, | |
Cause he believed in freedom of thought. | |
This is for the baby who struggles to talk, | |
But can manage to gargle the language of God. | |
This is for the origami swan, | |
Who dared to soar up to the sun. | |
This is for the outcasts, the freaks and the schemers, | |
This is for the last of the dreamers. |
This is for the messed up kids bound like dynamite, | |
The wandering drunks out on the town tonight, | |
For the romantic killer that' s never been caught, | |
For the crackpot who hit the jackpot and stopped. | |
This is those who climb right to the top, | |
Just to feel what it' s like to drop, | |
For the critical mass that converges, | |
For the pedophile suppressing his urges. | |
This is for the soldier in contempt of court, | |
Cause he believed in freedom of thought. | |
This is for the baby who struggles to talk, | |
But can manage to gargle the language of God. | |
This is for the origami swan, | |
Who dared to soar up to the sun. | |
This is for the outcasts, the freaks and the schemers, | |
This is for the last of the dreamers. |
This is for the messed up kids bound like dynamite, | |
The wandering drunks out on the town tonight, | |
For the romantic killer that' s never been caught, | |
For the crackpot who hit the jackpot and stopped. | |
This is those who climb right to the top, | |
Just to feel what it' s like to drop, | |
For the critical mass that converges, | |
For the pedophile suppressing his urges. | |
This is for the soldier in contempt of court, | |
Cause he believed in freedom of thought. | |
This is for the baby who struggles to talk, | |
But can manage to gargle the language of God. | |
This is for the origami swan, | |
Who dared to soar up to the sun. | |
This is for the outcasts, the freaks and the schemers, | |
This is for the last of the dreamers. |