Gone down and out feels like it's sinkin' With a sense of direction it comes tumblin' down And the sky's gone dark, the streets are stinkin' And the howlin' wind comes blowin' through the neon towns And on sweepin' over the land Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan And no, there ain't no chosen few It's comin' down by the minute It's sad but you're in it, too You play along but deny the pressure Side by side with fools you're feelin' like a King You're just a pawn moved around in a massive tester But you play your part real, well so you, don't feel a thing And on sweepin' over the land Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan And no, there ain't no chosen few It's comin' down by the minute It's sad but you're in it, too Dead set like you had a reason I could never walk your way My soul been down for treason And no, there ain't no chosen few It's comin' down by the minute It's sad but you're in it too Heart's gone black, the sky is fallin' Piling up outside the transplantation camp Time's up, coyote's calling Debris being left as treasures For the waiting tramp And on sweepin' over the land Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan And no, there ain't no chosen few It's comin' down by the minute It's sad but you're in it, too Yeah, the street's a mess and the howlin' wind Blows hard, the hammer's fallin' again Ain't no jewels left in your crown With a sense of direction, it comes tumblin' down © MCA MUSIC SCANDINAVIA AB; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com