Текст песни Beck - Cold Brains

Cold brains, Unmoved, Untouched, Unglued Alone at last No thoughts, No mind To rot Behind A trail of disasters A final the curse Abandoned hearse We ride disowned Corroded to the bone The fields of green Are bent, obscene I lay upon the gravel

A worm of hope A hangman's rope Pulls me one way or the other A final curse Abandoned hearse We write this song Corroded to the bone A bird of song Is heard no longer In the evacuated heavens The drain is drawn And drained and gone And on and on, it doesn't matter A final the curse Abandoned hearse We rock the salt Corroded to the bone
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