삼글루

When I watch you, wanna do you, right where you're standing...yeah
Right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view...oh, yeah
Of the whole ghetto, the boot-stomped meadows, but we ignore that, yeah
You're lovely baby, this war is crazy, I won't let you down...oh, no no...

No, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you...Hell, no no...
Oh, no…I won't let them take you, won't let them take you...Hell, no no...
No, oh no, no, no...

And when our city vast and shitty falls to the Axis, yeah...
They'll search the buildings, collect gold fillings, wallets, and rings...oh, yeah
But Miss Black Eyeliner, you'd look finer with each day in hiding, oh yeah
Beneath the wormwood, ooooo, love me so good...
They won't hear us screw away the day
I'll make you say:

“Alive! Alive! Alive with love, alive with love tonight...”
“Alive! Alive! Alive with love, alive with love tonight...”

(No, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you...Hell, no no...
Whoa, no...I won't let them take you, won't let them take you...Hell, no no...)

Our Treblinka is alive with the glory of love...
Treblinka, alive with the glory of love! Yeah!

(Okay, speed it up...Go!)

Should they catch us and dispatch us to those separate work camps
I'll dream about you, I will not doubt you with the passing of time...Oh, yeah
Should they kill me, your love will fill me as warm as the bullets, yeah
I'll know my purpose: this war was worth this
I won't let you down

No, I won’t
No, I won’t
No, I won’t

(Alive! Alive! Alive with love, alive with love tonight...)
Hell no, no..Whoa, no, I won't let them take you, won't let them take you..Hell, no, no
No! No!

As the dove rains(x2)

There's no ambition, told from vision
Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling

No ambition, plague of pidgeons
Twisted up in your maze of wisdom
Shake-up, make-up, fake-up
Think you need some healing
No ambition
Same old wrong millenium scorn
Maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling

Pretty little birds all singing in the street
Few trees left, bare and shivering
In this hollow bitter street

No ambition, told from vision
Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom (x5)
As the dove rains blood (x4)

A world of wonders
Man-made mechanical thunders
(dove, blood, dove, blood)

Like stuffing a turkey
Gutless, hollow
Man-made premeditated hole

Like a rock that doesn't roll
You are the rock that doesn't roll
Like a rock that doesn't roll
You are the rock that doesn't roll
Empty coal into the fruit bowl
Become a machine
Just one of the people
Welcome to the middle road
Your soul has now been scrolled.

No backbone, just torn and thrown
Into the show you go
No backbone, just malignant groans
Of what and where and now
Of what and when and how of what
Don't count on nothing being free
Because when you're in the concrete sea
Not you or me in between

I can't stand them, I can't stand this
About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss
Can't wear that and you can't smoke this
Bitter as a cold brew
Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss


A world of wonders
Man-made mechanical thunders
(dove, blood, dove, blood)

As the dove rains blood over the streets
Man-made mechanical thunders
I think I've seen this thing to many times before
Mediocrity has never been a way of life
I've been inspired by seeing all this strife!

Bland Street Bloom (x4)

I can't stand them, I can't stand this
About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss
Can't wear that and you can't smoke this
Bitter as a cold brew
Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss