Simple Minds - Being boiled

Tekst :

Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Little people like your offspring
Boiled alive for some God s stocking
Buddha s watching, Buddha s waiting
Just because the kid s an orphan is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
Children, don t forget this torture just because you call her mother
Doesn t mean that she s your better
Once more with the voice of Buddha
He ll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for the little children?
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Who cares for the little children?
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Listen to the voice of Buddha

Inne utwory

  • Big sleep
  • This earth that you walk upon
  • Glitterball
  • Sad affair
  • Scar
  • Real to real
  • This is your land
  • The man who sold the world
  • Night music
  • Glittering prize
  • Boys from Brazil
  • Hypnotised
  • Mandela day
  • Room
  • If i had wings
  • Let there be love
  • Love song
  • Real life
  • Losowe utwory

    Shadow blues

    There’s a shadow beneath the sea
    There’s a shadow between you and me
    I’ve learned that love is scared of light
    Thousand seeds from a flower
    Blowing through the night

    Your blackened kiss on my cheek
    Your blackened kiss runs river deep
    A stranded fish dear, i’m on the sand
    Blue water from a pool
    Up to the...

    Embraceable you

    Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
    embrace me ,you irrepleaceble you
    just one look at you
    my heart grew tipsi in me
    you and you alone
    bring out the gypsy in me
    I love all the many charms about you
    above all,i want...

    Nowhere to run

    Nowhere to run
    No place left to hide
    Nowhere to run
    No place left to hide
    I just can t believe it
    What a waste
    What the hell has gone on here
    This devastated place
    Thought this was buried with Dachau

    Use me

    My friends feel it’s their appointed duty,
    To tell me, all you want to do is use me
    My answer to all that use me stuff
    Is I want to spread the news that if it feels this good getting used
    Just keep on using me...

    Five o grind

    Binded hands and a restrained mouth.
    Will I ever get out of this prison that I call my room?
    And now I’m carried by my dreams.
    As foolish as it seems, you’ll never change me.
    Another useless night.
    I guess I’ll be alright as long as you stay here.
    More time not spent.
    My trouble never ends.
    I...