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Here's to the Atom BombArtist: Smashing PumpkinsAlbum: Machina II / Friends and Enemies of Modern MusicSmashing Pumpkins Machina II / Friends and Enemies of Modern Music Here's to the Atom Bomb
away to the side you move your head
gravity fingers dig in your back the strangest man won't let you breathe rocking on you in a movie scene his words fill your mouth his guests bleed sick devoid of touch he lets out to the streets where you were raised sittin' home waiting for the coming age you had to wait your turn you had to wait your turn wake up early, wash up late satellites connect you to your hate your patience grows but your skin is thin the pager signals they're coming in through the hole in the wall you left a hole in the wall here's to the atom bomb may everyone find a way to get on [?] seven is all you seek in the same old re-run week after week their faces make you want to kill their little piece of heaven singing on the window sill no lights can turn you on pixelate the night feed in the words of your eyes on the streets where you were born sittin' home waiting for the coming dawn you're the hole in the wall you left a hole in the wall [Machina II version] clung to the sweater from the day you were born never knew better, that's what you swore mother hugged you cause the walls were thin in saturnine sweetness and ratio no boy could spell you out in the grass at night beneath the stars you grew right past the streets where you were raised sneaking out early to a secret place like a hole in the wall like a hole in the wall into the bed you hang your sleep watch your man as he sinks beneath you cut out his heart and watch him die so we can know you and that you're alive as the hole in the wall you are the hole in the wall noone can know your soul kisses and noise now you belong to them all awake to the dawn and scratch your eyes light the prayer candles that you remind to send you a boy that you could waste a little piece of heaven to set you straight through the hole in the wall you are the hole in the wall noone could tell you why the tape's full of hiss and sons who cry to the night of the dead and the wishing ghost beating on you to drain morose through the hole in the wall we are the holes in the wall we are the [cut off vocals] Beatles: Here, There And Everywhere Eve 6: Here's to the Night На сайте функционирует система коррекции ошибок. Обнаружив неточность в тексте, выделите её и нажмите Ctrl+Enter.
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