Tekster:
Morning For The Masses

a week or so, was the first time that i knew that i'd never be the same that i'd only cry on name ever again for any reason dearest, best friend i am yours for

One by one we've all fallen down silence in the citayy beauty has no sound one by one we've all fallen down a messy kind of pretty its muted downtown

Oh, baby, oh baby, oh baby, oh baby!? yeah? AEIOU-Why arent you listening? Cover my eyes with bloody fingers there's lovin' on the screen there's fucking

that movie his life is the same game somehow you and he are far from the same is it because hes afraid for his life commit your murder prepare for

the ocean maid, A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you. IV. Apocalypse Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning

Where they practice exclusion on the masses every day I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations Don't look for new consensus, don't stray

around doing chores for your dad Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and shoes Chilling with pop just listen to the blues And talking to your mom about a love for

the darkest valley, through the loneliest alley Never give up, press on through the storm Weepin' man fall, for the night seem long But if you stand strong, joy come within the morn

We'll fly it high so the whole world knows The dream of a king 'bout to unfold We 'bout to do this thing for real Diverse City got mass appeal So