Microdisney - Gale Force Wind lyrics
[Microdisney - Gale Force Wind lyrics]
He has nothing but a can of beer
Two crutches and the soot from the air
The nights of soaking in the city's dreams
He hates the rich but he hates in vain
If a power was to lift him up
Make him rich, would he admit it was luck?
Or say he'd earned it
And claim a state of grace
Just like the rich in this hateful place
What the hell is wrong with you?
You long to lord it like the rich folks do
As you command me from the depths of gin
To walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
Walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
I saw a dead man in the street today
And he'll stay there because he never paid
He was a stranger who would not go home
Blinded by sun on the streets of gold
What the hell is wrong with you?
You long to lord it like the rich folks do
You command me from the depths of gin
To walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
Mother mother would you dry my eyes
Doctor says that I will have to die
I went with someone and I woke to find
I'm now subhuman and I don't know why
I'm now subhuman and I don't know why
Nothing is what you'll you hear from me
When they ground me and spat
Me back on the street
Will I be sorry I chose reality
Instead of half-wit romance and greed?
Go apart, go right, go straight
And watch your friends become
The kind you hate
And face distinction with a sheepish nod
Twilight of the underdog
What the hell is wrong with you?
You laugh at murder like the rich folks do
I can no more stop them in the state I'm in
Than I can walk a tightrope
In a gale force wind
With no change whatsoever
With no change whatsoever
By night I just attack myself - I don't count
With no change whatsoever
I just attack myself
Two crutches and the soot from the air
The nights of soaking in the city's dreams
He hates the rich but he hates in vain
If a power was to lift him up
Make him rich, would he admit it was luck?
Or say he'd earned it
And claim a state of grace
Just like the rich in this hateful place
What the hell is wrong with you?
You long to lord it like the rich folks do
As you command me from the depths of gin
To walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
Walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
I saw a dead man in the street today
And he'll stay there because he never paid
He was a stranger who would not go home
Blinded by sun on the streets of gold
What the hell is wrong with you?
You long to lord it like the rich folks do
You command me from the depths of gin
To walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
Mother mother would you dry my eyes
Doctor says that I will have to die
I went with someone and I woke to find
I'm now subhuman and I don't know why
I'm now subhuman and I don't know why
Nothing is what you'll you hear from me
When they ground me and spat
Me back on the street
Will I be sorry I chose reality
Instead of half-wit romance and greed?
Go apart, go right, go straight
And watch your friends become
The kind you hate
And face distinction with a sheepish nod
Twilight of the underdog
What the hell is wrong with you?
You laugh at murder like the rich folks do
I can no more stop them in the state I'm in
Than I can walk a tightrope
In a gale force wind
With no change whatsoever
With no change whatsoever
By night I just attack myself - I don't count
With no change whatsoever
I just attack myself