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• Artiste: John Butler Trio
• Titre: Wings To Fly
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Well, here we are just sinking in the ocean of out of space A big old storm a-coming that none of us. We want to face You see it's all so inconvenient While we're pimping out our tunes And no one wants to chase the elephant out of the room And all them pay dirt cowboys getting high on our supply Drilling needles in their veins and poking holes up in the sky And I know we are not angels. We're addicts all the same The dealer and the junkie will be burnt by the same flame Don't ask me why We don't use our wings to fly And Santa Claus is moving his sweatshop onto a boat It's getting melting hot up there, man, and he's decided he's gonna float And our eyes do sting And our ears do ring From the sirens and the smoke While the skeptics live in AC bubbles calling it all a hoax Well, 'round and 'round the world keeps turning Between the floods, the fires keep burning Waiting for some saviour to come, I don't even know why We're sick and tired of feeling so alone Anxiety breaking our bones We've been given these wings to fly But we choose to die Don't ask me why We don't use our wings to fly And every 4 years or so there's a commotion on TV You get to pick between two clowns, and they say, "Please, won't you vote for me?" And they sing like birds And they mince their words Starting polarising fires And so we—we separate like sheep controlled by their desires But we the generation that grow like weeds through the concrete You better wrap up all your blisters and put some boots back upon your feet For those old men. They won't be around to save us with their lies It's sink-or-swim, die within, watch those waters rising Because when around the world keep turning Between the floods and fires keep burning Waiting for some saviour to come I don't even know why We're sick and tired of feeling so alone Anxiety breaking our bones We've been given these wings to fly But we choose to die Don't ask me why We don't use our wings to fly