Lonely Wild (The)
Banks And Ballrooms
So you can't believe the night whenShe says you're on fireIn an empty street.Even the moon says she's a starWhen she's staring whiteWith the sunlight.And you and I are of the same dust,And we both watchthe great parade.But you grew up and learned the tuneOf the marching band,you fell in line.Then you built each other churchesSo you could drawsome line of truth.In the banks and in the ballroomsWhat you say ain't what you do.And it's the strangest thing--The few, the small,the judge and jury.The richest men carry the countryStraight to it's grave.Now we've been wrongedAnd we've been hadLetras de cancionesAnother day, herein the promised land.You've done no wrong.You should be mad.This ain't the good lifeThat you worked to have.This ain't the good lifeAnd I will take anythingThat the morning brings.
From Letras Mania