Paroles de I Won't Look Down
pot-bellied soldier left his shoeswith his kitchen reject booze
and his company car
shot off to join the tridentees
(or the trumpeters with wings)
(or the mud and the ash)
I have to go now
no sense in hanging around
and when I'm leaving
I swear I won't look down
crying in squeezebox traffic
smashing my shell with hammers
nobody asked me to hold
what will I do without you here
for my ghosts and rumbles
who'll be Samaritan now?
and when I have nowhere to live
and I have no air to breathe
I'll be homeless, wheezing, cold and alone
I have to go now
no sense in hanging around
and when I'm leaving
I swear I won't look down
crying in squeezebox traffic
smashing my shell with hammers
nobody asked me to hold
what will I do without you here
for my ghosts and rumbles
who'll be Samaritan now?
and when I have nowhere to live
and I have no air to breathe
I'll be homeless, wheezing, cold and alone
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