The Shadow of Seattle
(J. Wozniak)Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up fried forgotten town
Why
Won't they let us be ourselves
With out potential we could toe the line
And show the bastards up with our divine
Light
Seize
All the records from the past
Hold ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects them to the last
With lies
See them running homeward to Seattle
Deem
All the liars in your tribe
To be the fires on the westen side
Of some old froom we call the war of art
Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up fried forgotten town
From some old dried up fried forgotten town
To some dried up fried up forgotten
Town
Losowe piosenki:
Paper Dolls
Geht Das Nicht Alles Nochnbisschen Schneller
Third World Warrior
Innocence
One More Thing
No Way
A Night in Summer Long Ago
The Air that I Breathe