Clutch lyrics : "Amazing Kreskin"
In the raining park the chessmen play
The faithful atheists refuse to pray
The steam-works weep the addicts do not care
Crowd of cold people stand by and stare
The garbage eaters their many retainers
Come to collect all the foul remainders
The smoke hangs heavy the wrecking ball swings
In the clockwork of a collapsing thing
Wasted plastic empire`s golden age chemical wedding
Citizens in their refineries cheer the nuptial bedding
The hourglass is turning
On a shore of iron cutters and clippers
Paper rock rock paper and scissors
On a road of skulls their story moves on
It`s a bumpy ride and very very very long
In the blue sky the seagulls fly over garbage.
Are we the ocean? are we the desert?
Are we the garbage? who`s to say?
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