《The Burning City Smoking》歌词

歌曲： The Burning City Smoking

所属专辑：Put Your Ghost To Rest

歌手： Kevin Devine

时长： 05:35

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The Burning City Smoking - Kevin Devine[00:00:01]

Forty million refugees with no place on this earth to call their home[00:00:11]

One for every aimless graduate with nothing else[00:00:19]

To show for it but loans[00:00:24]

And those of us who make a mark using someone else's blood[00:00:28]

Our western stain won't wash away won't vanish in the flood[00:00:34]

It's just deeper with each hurricane and tidal wave and war[00:00:39]

Oh whoa oh woh[00:00:46]

We want everything we see and once it's gone we just want more[00:00:49]

Atlas had those shoulders we've got[00:00:59]

Ambien and Jamesons and blow[00:01:02]

To bind us in a bubble[00:01:08]

Keep the newsprint nightmare distant and remote[00:01:10]

But when we wake in guillotines and pitch our screaming fits[00:01:16]

When the Governor strikes up[00:01:22]

The band and gags our parted lips[00:01:24]

When the worst case shows up dressed[00:01:27]

And dazzling ready for the ball[00:01:30]

Oh whoa oh woh[00:01:34]

Boy that bubble's bound to burst[00:01:37]

And what a tragic way to fall[00:01:40]

The tabloids tell us hate the rat[00:01:47]

Who strikes those subways closed and puts you out[00:01:50]

Forget those 50-hour tunnel weeks[00:01:55]

Inhaling steel dust poison through his mouth[00:01:58]

Well if he don't deserve a pension that makes his family feel secure[00:02:04]

If we're now so disconnected it's our relfections we ignore[00:02:10]

And if our constant choice is skimming past the writing on the wall[00:02:15]

Oh whoa oh woh[00:02:22]

Then I'm sad to say we're lost and I'm embarrassed for us all[00:02:25]

So most days I can't put to rest the burning city smoking in my mind[00:02:35]

And I play pretend the principals are nothing[00:02:44]

More than actors running lines[00:02:48]

And I stumble through a movie set where torture victims laugh[00:02:52]

At abandoned journalist who juggled knives and daggered glass[00:02:58]

While they entertain the marble Heads of State and CEO's[00:03:03]

Oh whoa oh woh[00:03:11]

I stagger past anarchist extras through saloon doors painted gold[00:03:13]

So I turn and I see Uncle Sam[00:04:11]

Walks out of wardrobe ready for the shoot[00:04:14]

So I walk right up and talk to him[00:04:19]

I tell him that I'm scared and I'm confused[00:04:22]

While they test the cameras out[00:04:28]

And get the lighting right while catering fills coffee cups[00:04:31]

And carves up apple pie[00:04:36]

And while the stylists trim his beard and straighten those lapels[00:04:39]

Oh whoa oh woh[00:04:46]

I ask was it pies that made him drive us straight to hell[00:04:49]

And as my daydream ends he stands there[00:04:54]

Shamed and a shocked shattered shell[00:04:58]

But there's never any answer for my starving tongue to tell[00:05:00]

Oh whoa oh woh oh oh[00:05:08]

Cause the director's shouting action[00:05:10]

And from off set it's just as well[00:05:13]