Rick Miller - Quiet Desperation | Текст песни

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• Quiet Desperation

The man who lives beside me
wants to set the world on fire,
I’d worry more about it, but I know that he’s a liar.
The people across the street
have moved their TV set outside,
They want the world to understand,
they’ve nothing much to hide.
It feeds the seed in me.

I wander down the street
to get a taste of morning air,
A snarling dog comes after me, Awakened from it’s lair.
The outside world has turned on me,
I see it in their eyes,
I guess I’ll stay inside for now until they realize,
It’s time for them to see.

They live their lives in a haze,
Like rats, they’re caught in a maze,
Of quiet desperation and obedience,
I know that I’m just the same.
I need a chance to be free,
These darkened walls are killing me.
If I could rise above, then I’d see,
The light beyond the trees.

The houses on this street were built
all facing the same way,
The architect slept well at night for he’d collect his pay.
Perhaps a stick of dynamite would liven up their lives,
But then again insurance rates
would surely have to rise.
It feeds the seed in me.

They live their lives in a haze,
Like rats, they’re caught in a maze,
Of quiet desperation and obedience,
I know that I’m just the same.
I need a chance to be free,
These darkened walls are killing me.
If I could rise above, then I’d see,
The light beyond the trees.

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