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White Coats
New Model Army
Well we know what makes the flowers grow And we all have the knowledge of DNA We perch so thin and fragile here upon the land
And the earth that moves beneath us, we don't understand
So we rush towards the Judgement Day, when She reclaims
A toast to the Luddite martyrs then, who died in vain
Down at the lab they're working still, finishing off
How do we tell the people in the white coats
Enough is enough?
Hey, hey I listen to you pray as if some help will come
Hey, hey She will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone
You and I we made no suicide pact But we watch the wall, little darling, while the chemical trucks go by
This desperate imitation, now, of innocence
Those last few days at Jonestown ain't got nothing on this
Hey, hey I listen to you pray as if some help will come
Hey, hey She will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone
Now beneath the fitted carpets, beyond the padded cells
Within these crimes of passion, the naked truth She dwells
And this fury's just a part and this thunder's just a part
Desire is just a part
Hey, hey I listen to you pray as if some help will come
Hey, hey She will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone
Hey, hey to the suicide day, the blind man blunders on
Hey, hey She will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone
As children learn about the world, we built that wall of sand
Along the beach we laboured hard with our bare hands
We worked until the sun went down beneath the waves
And the tide came rolling splashing in, washed the wall away
How do we tell the people in the whi
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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