《The Burning City Smoking》歌词

[00:00:01] The Burning City Smoking - Kevin Devine

[00:00:11] Forty million refugees with no place on this earth to call their home

[00:00:19] One for every aimless graduate with nothing else

[00:00:24] To show for it but loans

[00:00:28] And those of us who make a mark using someone else's blood

[00:00:34] Our western stain won't wash away won't vanish in the flood

[00:00:39] It's just deeper with each hurricane and tidal wave and war

[00:00:46] Oh whoa oh woh

[00:00:49] We want everything we see and once it's gone we just want more

[00:00:59] Atlas had those shoulders we've got

[00:01:02] Ambien and Jamesons and blow

[00:01:08] To bind us in a bubble

[00:01:10] Keep the newsprint nightmare distant and remote

[00:01:16] But when we wake in guillotines and pitch our screaming fits

[00:01:22] When the Governor strikes up

[00:01:24] The band and gags our parted lips

[00:01:27] When the worst case shows up dressed

[00:01:30] And dazzling ready for the ball

[00:01:34] Oh whoa oh woh

[00:01:37] Boy that bubble's bound to burst

[00:01:40] And what a tragic way to fall

[00:01:47] The tabloids tell us hate the rat

[00:01:50] Who strikes those subways closed and puts you out

[00:01:55] Forget those 50-hour tunnel weeks

[00:01:58] Inhaling steel dust poison through his mouth

[00:02:04] Well if he don't deserve a pension that makes his family feel secure

[00:02:10] If we're now so disconnected it's our relfections we ignore

[00:02:15] And if our constant choice is skimming past the writing on the wall

[00:02:22] Oh whoa oh woh

[00:02:25] Then I'm sad to say we're lost and I'm embarrassed for us all

[00:02:35] So most days I can't put to rest the burning city smoking in my mind

[00:02:44] And I play pretend the principals are nothing

[00:02:48] More than actors running lines

[00:02:52] And I stumble through a movie set where torture victims laugh

[00:02:58] At abandoned journalist who juggled knives and daggered glass

[00:03:03] While they entertain the marble Heads of State and CEO's

[00:03:11] Oh whoa oh woh

[00:03:13] I stagger past anarchist extras through saloon doors painted gold

[00:04:11] So I turn and I see Uncle Sam

[00:04:14] Walks out of wardrobe ready for the shoot

[00:04:19] So I walk right up and talk to him

[00:04:22] I tell him that I'm scared and I'm confused

[00:04:28] While they test the cameras out

[00:04:31] And get the lighting right while catering fills coffee cups

[00:04:36] And carves up apple pie

[00:04:39] And while the stylists trim his beard and straighten those lapels

[00:04:46] Oh whoa oh woh

[00:04:49] I ask was it pies that made him drive us straight to hell

[00:04:54] And as my daydream ends he stands there

[00:04:58] Shamed and a shocked shattered shell

[00:05:00] But there's never any answer for my starving tongue to tell

[00:05:08] Oh whoa oh woh oh oh

[00:05:10] Cause the director's shouting action

[00:05:13] And from off set it's just as well