Mentana
Shutdown
He’s coming back from a shutdown Like a distant squall on the harbour Who’s up on the night watch? He’ll be rambling soon for the seagull waltz He’s been gone for the last eight months Better lay those shots for the living night Jack Who’s next in line? There’s no woman here Who could tame his thirst He’s up for a good old fight Better keep your cool when he’s playing with a jackknife Too late for shelter The eastern gale has hit the coast Who thought he could be the king But when the cash flow’s high The man’s gone wild He knows his freedom is like a match When the time has come, the time has gone He spends a long time Working for a living Hell, a long time Working, working Letras de cancionesYeah a long time Working for a living He spends a long time Waiting, waiting Now the streets are naked Restless neons passing by Too late for the last drop Just burning flags and lonely souls He’ll be mulling in the night One more track to drown his shivers Hold back the morning light All those years just sipping on faith He spends a long time Working for a living Hell, a long time Working, working Yeah a long time Working for a living He spends a long time Waiting, waiting The days seems longer When he’s working And he can’t see the end No—just long, long hours Far from home In the northern lands Where the sun don’t shine In his winter grave
From Letras Mania