Lirik Lagu Burning Season - New Model Army
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I'm sick of the sight of some snot-nosed kidCutting a swathe through the age of deconstructionPicking at the sores of the dying beastAnd winning all the prizes for imaginationI don't know what we've got to loseBut I see the statues beginning to fallThe deisel's turning, the moon is high
Ch: What the hell are we waiting for?I see the smoke on the blue horizonI smell the fires of the burning seasonWhat the hell are we waiting for?
I'm sick of the ironies piled up highIn this sneery culture with its knowing smileI'm sick of the sermons from the Church of UnbeliefAll fat, empty and anaesthetisedThe emperor's out riding naked againI can't believe we're still playing this tired old gameLet's get out there and cut him down
Ch: What the hell are we waiting for? . .
On a smoky yellow sunset, I'm sitting at the wheelAs the traffic crawls by on the ten-laneBumper to bumper, nowhere to nowhere into the next milleniumI see you drowning in a sea of rageLet's go back and get the ones who put you down hereThe highway's jammed up with disinformationAnd the anaesthetic dealers are selling by the million
Ch: What the fuck are we waiting here for? . . .
Ch: What the hell are we waiting for?I see the smoke on the blue horizonI smell the fires of the burning seasonWhat the hell are we waiting for?
I'm sick of the ironies piled up highIn this sneery culture with its knowing smileI'm sick of the sermons from the Church of UnbeliefAll fat, empty and anaesthetisedThe emperor's out riding naked againI can't believe we're still playing this tired old gameLet's get out there and cut him down
Ch: What the hell are we waiting for? . .
On a smoky yellow sunset, I'm sitting at the wheelAs the traffic crawls by on the ten-laneBumper to bumper, nowhere to nowhere into the next milleniumI see you drowning in a sea of rageLet's go back and get the ones who put you down hereThe highway's jammed up with disinformationAnd the anaesthetic dealers are selling by the million
Ch: What the fuck are we waiting here for? . . .
