G.a.s. Drummers Sons Of Our Time
Right here we’re too busy at this side of the wall
Beyond the limit of the blackened horizons,
I feel the scars of the ink, the chalk and the word
It should be easier to swallow.
Take my hand to a journey across the fields of history.
House on fire,
Let’s get out of here
Take the cash
We just need to hide out
Right here where lies keep me dazed and deranged,
I coexist with the best of every decade.
And we smoke in pipes and read between the lines
It should be easier tomorrow.
Take my hand behind the curtains and grab the fruits of
history
House on fire,
Let’s get out of here
Take the cash
We just need to hide out
