The wind had bent the crop when the mountebanks | |
came back from the hop | |
Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light | |
and took the path to their next plunder or fight | |
The rain had beaten down the corn | |
When the mountebanks came back in the morn | |
Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light | |
and took the path to their next plunder or fight | |
After a hard day far from the land of the sky | |
The cardboard clouds returned home without a cry | |
The lights went out one by one. | |
But this day was not like another one | |
The night woke up like a badly washed bitch | |
And the voice of the wind was going off pitch | |
I was always on the rack ! | |
Like a wave that the beach throw back | |
‘Cause she thinks she ‘s looking too ugly | |
Or maybe cause she ‘s looking too lovely | |
Like a star lost in the sky | |
I had just one friend, my cry | |
And I heard people play and I heard people say: | |
"This year the crop will not be good | |
However we have worked as much as we could" | |
Roaming under mechanical moonbeams I was going down in my dreams | |
Without a look and well oiled | |
I was alone with my world | |
Like the blind of the electric flock | |
But I knew that I would give them a shock | |
My saturated heart cried his pain | |
But what was rolling in my brain ? | |
I tried to forget what was said in the books | |
All their stories of crops and crooks | |
But somehow I can not talk | |
I still had this electronic walk | |
Like the blind sheep of the electronic flock | |
But I knew that I would give them a shock | |
My saturated heart cried out his pain | |
And my revolt broke out off my brain ! | |
They were looking at me with big eyes of ice | |
But for me it was so nice | |
I was free ! I was me ! | |
No more what they want me to be | |
Like the blind sheep of the electricflock | |
But I knew that I would give them a shock | |
And the rain did not beatdown the corn | |
It had been cut this morn. |
The wind had bent the crop when the mountebanks | |
came back from the hop | |
Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light | |
and took the path to their next plunder or fight | |
The rain had beaten down the corn | |
When the mountebanks came back in the morn | |
Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light | |
and took the path to their next plunder or fight | |
After a hard day far from the land of the sky | |
The cardboard clouds returned home without a cry | |
The lights went out one by one. | |
But this day was not like another one | |
The night woke up like a badly washed bitch | |
And the voice of the wind was going off pitch | |
I was always on the rack nbsp! | |
Like a wave that the beach throw back | |
' Cause she thinks she ' s looking too ugly | |
Or maybe cause she ' s looking too lovely | |
Like a star lost in the sky | |
I had just one friend, my cry | |
And I heard people play and I heard people say: | |
" This year the crop will not be good | |
However we have worked as much as we could" | |
Roaming under mechanical moonbeams I was going down in my dreams | |
Without a look and well oiled | |
I was alone with my world | |
Like the blind of the electric flock | |
But I knew that I would give them a shock | |
My saturated heart cried his pain | |
But what was rolling in my brain nbsp? | |
I tried to forget what was said in the books | |
All their stories of crops and crooks | |
But somehow I can not talk | |
I still had this electronic walk | |
Like the blind sheep of the electronic flock | |
But I knew that I would give them a shock | |
My saturated heart cried out his pain | |
And my revolt broke out off my brain nbsp! | |
They were looking at me with big eyes of ice | |
But for me it was so nice | |
I was free nbsp! I was me nbsp! | |
No more what they want me to be | |
Like the blind sheep of the electricflock | |
But I knew that I would give them a shock | |
And the rain did not beatdown the corn | |
It had been cut this morn. |
The wind had bent the crop when the mountebanks | |
came back from the hop | |
Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light | |
and took the path to their next plunder or fight | |
The rain had beaten down the corn | |
When the mountebanks came back in the morn | |
Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light | |
and took the path to their next plunder or fight | |
After a hard day far from the land of the sky | |
The cardboard clouds returned home without a cry | |
The lights went out one by one. | |
But this day was not like another one | |
The night woke up like a badly washed bitch | |
And the voice of the wind was going off pitch | |
I was always on the rack nbsp! | |
Like a wave that the beach throw back | |
' Cause she thinks she ' s looking too ugly | |
Or maybe cause she ' s looking too lovely | |
Like a star lost in the sky | |
I had just one friend, my cry | |
And I heard people play and I heard people say: | |
" This year the crop will not be good | |
However we have worked as much as we could" | |
Roaming under mechanical moonbeams I was going down in my dreams | |
Without a look and well oiled | |
I was alone with my world | |
Like the blind of the electric flock | |
But I knew that I would give them a shock | |
My saturated heart cried his pain | |
But what was rolling in my brain nbsp? | |
I tried to forget what was said in the books | |
All their stories of crops and crooks | |
But somehow I can not talk | |
I still had this electronic walk | |
Like the blind sheep of the electronic flock | |
But I knew that I would give them a shock | |
My saturated heart cried out his pain | |
And my revolt broke out off my brain nbsp! | |
They were looking at me with big eyes of ice | |
But for me it was so nice | |
I was free nbsp! I was me nbsp! | |
No more what they want me to be | |
Like the blind sheep of the electricflock | |
But I knew that I would give them a shock | |
And the rain did not beatdown the corn | |
It had been cut this morn. |