Singing 'Bout The City-The Ark

歌手 : The Ark

专辑 : In Full Regalia

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:10

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TXT Singing 'Bout The City-The Ark 文本歌词

Singing 'Bout The City - The Ark

I was born and raised with the cross in my face

And a mind that was set for pity

Not fully grown I was left all alone

That's the time I set my eyes on the city

Where no cold wind sweep and no willow's weep

And no singing in the treetops puts a child to sleep

Where the ghosts and creeps

Sad-eyed roam the streets

And the best minds turning tricks

For that sad and angry fix

But now I'm through

I'm through I'm through

Singing 'bout the city

I was all knocked down as I came to town

I was smug as a bug and pretty

I was led to believe that a little less self-esteem

Was required to survive in the city

In the high-end streets where the faces meet

Who are daring for a sharing on the toilet seats

But I've had my fill of cheap boudoir thrills

Hallelujah - I am coming

Bring the fattened calf and sing

Now I'm through

I'm through I'm through

Singing 'bout the city

In the summertime in the dry hot town

Sun is high and ambition is low

When the sewers seethe

There's no air to breathe

And when no place feels like home

In the summertime in the countryside

Where the birches and long grass grow

And the small birds sing

And the church-bell ring

And the gentle warm winds blow

I guess I really should have known

There's only one place left to go

This time I'm really coming home

I'm gonna spread my wings

Gonna leave everything

Far behind that's unsound and shitty

I'm free at last it's all in the past

Fooling round like a clown in the city

Where no pine and spruce

Lend a home to the moose

And no brown bears sleep

And no rabbits snooze

In the open wild you get warm and mild

Turning playboys to the ploughboys

That they are inside

Where the green crops grow and the rivers flow

Where lakes glitter small birds twitter

Oh I sure could think of worse

It's the Springsteen curse but this time it's in reverse

Life's a pity in the city Hell

What does Bruce know about spruce

Oh I'm through I'm through I'm through

I'm through I'm through

I'm through

Singing 'bout the city yeaheah