Louis Barabbas & The Bedlam Six - Year Of The Bitch | Текст песни

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• Louis Barabbas & The Bedlam Six
• Year Of The Bitch

Next year is the year of the bitch.
No one will get lucky,
No one will get rich
And we’ll be telling lies
When we say we don’t know why
We talk about this world as if it’s all in bits.

Next year is the year of the bitch.
The panicking will peak at a piercing pitch
And everyone will hate
And obsess about their weight
And waste away in want
For the things that they once ditched.

Where were you when we changed our minds,
Put our ideals on ice and our hearts into brine?
Where were you when we fell?
Where were you?

Next year is the year of the bitch.
We’ll package up our lives
And take them to the tips
And sit back in our chairs,
Assuming fancy airs,
As it all falls round our ears, drip by drip.

People all just stood around
Watering their lawns as the cities fell down;
I could barely make out the time
As the air turned to ash and the sea to slime.

Where were you when we changed our minds,
Put our ideals on ice and our hearts into brine?
Where were you when we fell?
Where were you?

Next year is the year of the bitch.
We’ll swallow all their lies
Like hungry little chicks,
Every consonant and vowel:
Wretched, rank and foul,
We’ll cling to every word
Like tiny little ticks.

Where were you when we changed our minds,
Put our ideals on ice and our hearts into brine?
Where were you when we fell?
Where were you when we lost ourselves?
Where were you?