Lyrics
Way too many dreams
Get lost in silent screams
How can you count the cost of a city
Bursting at the seams
With red lights, quiet sinners
Killer cops, TV dinners
A wind of change for all the deadheads
That need blowing away
I blew you far away to have a dream
And you came back to say it`s out there
Don`t let it get away
But still you`re here with hours to kill
You`re murdered so many, you`re serially ill
You`ll wait for another
And you`ll kill again
Show me your skin
I need to get in
Why did you do it
Was it just for fun
To put me out the picture
Or out of misery
Was it a shock
Was it a plea
Was it a question, tell me
Did you get any answers?
Show me your skin
I need to get in
Have you seen what it`s like
To be really free
Or is everything a mess
Like it is inside
Is it a test
A Russian roulette
A gamble with life
Or just a bet?
Is it London town
Is it N.Y.C
Is it anarchy
Tell me did you get any answers?
Show me your skin
I need to get in
WRITERS
JAMES SAUL ATKIN, IAN ALEC HARVEY DENCH, ZACHARY FOLEY, MARK SIMON DECLOEDT, DERAN BROWNSON
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Top Emotion
Anger
Sentiment
Theme
Abuse and Violence
