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Blue red green yellow Blue red green yellow I saw you stand above the crowd False prophet with a gun You dove into their arms Illuminated by the stars The crowd became a gun They welded to your sorrow Speaking in tongues The music rattled on and on A church not built of brick and mortar I made a cold confession The velvet curtain closes Creeping like a nun A narcoleptic shaman Jim Jones in his bandana Handing out the cups To all the wayward sons And all the faithful daughters Everytime you led the way Shaking hands and taking names Looking for someone to blame (it's my time) Flush the monkey down the drain Letras de cancionesWhistleblowers on the run Future's here and now it's gone All the stories never spoken And the winds keep blowing Blue red green yellow Blue red green yellow And when he stared into the mirror He only saw a shadow Void of all description His eyes rolled back into their sockets Losing all direction Weighed down by an anchor Longing to be lifted Longing to be held in their arms Everybody works today Everybody getting paid Everybody's on the take You gotta pay to play (it's my time) Gonna drink my fill tonight Drink until I see the light Take a bullet to the brain Flush the monkey down the drain Everytime you led the way Shaking hands and taking names Looking for someone to blame Flush the monkey down the drain Whistleblowers on the run Future's here and now it's gone All the stories never spoken And the winds keep blowing From Letras Mania