French Films This Dead Town
Every day I'm waiting for The airport bars and the fading shores To clean my heart from all the rust That stayed when nothing ever changed
I'm just a kid with imaginary future So tired of being nice To all these idiots around Building on jealousy and fear
I don't know if we live or drown Or where to belong in this dead town And when there's no return from hell Well then there's no return from hell
And you wouldn't have to read to know The witch hunt never died Here's again something to rip apart For the petty little soldiers of graceland
And all those things I've never seen While working pointless jobs to waste Still backed by tainted nature force By the f..cked up choirs of the kitchen whores
I don't know if we live or drown Or where to belong in this dead town And when there's no return from hell Well then there's no return from hell
I don't know if we live or drown Or where to belong in this dead town And when there's no return from hell Well then there's no return from hell
It can break your heart Take your mind It can bury your soul And all the colours in it Break your heart Take your mind It can bury your soul And all the colours in it
Break your heart Take your mind It can bury your soul And all the colours in it Break your heart Take your mind It can bury your soul And all the colours in it
