Inspirial Carpets - Directing traffic

Tekst :

I read it in a book in school
I read it with ‘Janet and John’
No matter how you know the man
You can t trust what he’s on
Some time later when he s on his own
What once was muscle is now bone

I see a skull on a stick
I see a skeleton with skin
I m getting by just the best I can
While you re directing traffik

You can t judge a man by his skin
Or a book by the cover it s in
But I can t help feel it s true
The devil s got a hand on you

In a world of laughter where the madman thrive
You’re sewing up your death shroud from the inside


Inne utwory

  • Find out why
  • Uniform
  • Seeds of doubt
  • This it how it feels
  • Lovegrove
  • Cobra
  • Bitches brew
  • Smoking her clothes
  • Caravan
  • Song for a family
  • Irresistible force
  • Sleep well tonight
  • Fire
  • Rain song
  • Out of time
  • Dragging me down
  • Niagara
  • Generations
  • Losowe utwory

    Wasted whiskey

    I had every intention of getting hammered here tonight
    I gave my truck keys to the bar keep
    Said “Dave, don’t you dare let me drive”
    In the middle of this bottle
    I drank my train of thought off track
    So I’ve gotta stop drinking or start rethinking my reason for throwing them back

    Cause it’s...

    Moja muzyka

    Jest taka jedna piosnka we mnie,
    Zna ją, kto poznał wędrówki smak.
    W mieście jej szukam nadaremnie,
    W lesie zanuci ją każdy ptak.

    Tyle jest mocna, ile jest słaba
    Tyle co we mnie poza mną jest.
    Niczyja jak ten wiatr w konarach
    Choć nieraz czuje ją wiele serc
    Ref:
    Widzę...

    Let your mercy rain

    God, You have done great things
    God, You give grace to the weak
    And bless the brokenhearted
    With a song of praise to sing
    You reached down and lifted us up
    You came running, looking for us
    And now there s nothing
    And no one beyond Your love

    You re the overflow
    You re the fountain of my heart
    Let...

    Bloodletter

    You never see him out in the sunlight
    He s waiting for the shadows to fall
    Moving under cover of darkness
    Searching for a victim to maul
    Lock up your doors so tightly
    Keep all your windows shut
    Cause on this night the blood will flow
    Flow before the...

    No passaran

    No Passaran, No Passaran, No Passaran

    Chory jest świat, chory sen wariata,
    Krwawe kartki pocztowe z różnych stron świata.
    Czarna niedziela, długa jak sen,
    Karetka na sygnale podaje mi tlen.
    Nie moge uciekać choć ktoś mnie goni,
    Przykładam pistolet do swej skroni.
    Nie...