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Дата випуску: 06.07.2023
Мова пісні: Англійська
All Fall Down |
Come on\nWalk beside me\nStroll through the lavender fields\nHow the mighty have fallen\nReduced to scavenging meals\nNow you’re bartering in markets, trying to salvage a deal\nJust another face in the crowd now, down at your heel\nYour crown disappeared\nYou peon\nHow does it feel? (How does it feel)\nThose wounds won’t close\nIf you don’t allow them to heal (Allow them to heal)\nWhat goes around, comes around\nIt’s a wheel\nHear the peal of the bells as a town is revealed\nOutlook: severe\nHow come these people here don’t realise disease is rife?\nWell, they will\nWhen they’re colliding with it at the speed of life\nAll you need’s a flea to climb on you then leave a bite\nThen even Jesus Christ won’t heed your pleas and cries to be revived\nSo don’t be surprised (Down)\nThese streets are ligned (Down)\nWith people either recently deceased or dying (Down)\nPiled up in a heap and lying\nAnd I don’t mean it’s sleepy time (Down)\nYou’re shaken awake by the quake (Down)\nOf the plague (Down)\nTaking away every sacred thing you leave behind\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll\nFall\nDown\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll\nFall\nDown\nRing a ring of roses\nLife ain’t a bed of roses\nThough in the end we’re all fertiliser that decomposes\nBut the show must go on, though\nIsn’t that what growth is?\nThrowing flowers over your grave\nGrief is showbiz\nStones, styx, ferrymen in boats, myths, Moses\nBelow the ground, your bones are bound\nAnd nobody’ll notice\nNot only you, but every human being you’re close with\nThe only thing we’re guaranteed indeed is the prognosis\nIt seems hopeless\nThough, instead it’s rather freeing\nKnowing ends are tied to every fiber of your being\nRetirement’s a requirement\nRequiesce is mausoleums\nSo instead of crying\nTry a requiem of «Capre diem!»\nChances\nVanish\nHammers\nClang\nBarren\nSands\nAnd ravaged\nLands\nLad is\nClad in\nRagged\nStrands\nGrab his\nHand\nAs shadows\nDance\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll\nFall\nDown\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll\nFall\nDown\nEn garde!\nDon’t\nStart a fight you can’t revoke\nCross my heart of oak\nWhen I’m provoked I’ll fire my bow\nYou look like a hardy bloke\nBut I could probably poke your heart in\nSo hard it’s sliced in half like an artichoke\nSo arteries flow like wine at bacchanalian parties\nThrown back in ancient times\nTraitors lie within the heart of Rome\nNow we live in spartan times\nYou don’t want this smoke\nIt isn’t smart to spar with fire\nWhy? You’re sure to choke!\nStart to show the warning signs\nYou more than find it hard to cope\n'Cause your performance right here’s far below a masterstroke\nThe morning light’s a falling star before the darkness grows\nFrom port to starboard bow\nIt’s pointless now to start to harbour hope\nCrashing\nWaves\nSplashing\nSpray\nSmacking\nPain\nSmashing\nBrains\nSlashing\nFlame\nRats in\nCaves\nCatching\nPlague\nRapping\nAY!\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll\nFall\nDown\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll fall down\nAll\nFall\nDown |