Слова:
Big Country The Buffalo Skinners

A skyhole here, the sun's let in It melts the ice, it melts my skin The oceans rise, the lands recede Cities crumble, vermin feed We will all go together

Black cars come and black cars go full of secrets you will never know tires hiss in the rain be feels through the night? shadows move behind the glass

Gonna take a message to mother Tell her that I'll be home soon Let her know I'm still undercover Hiding out behind the moon The selling of America Its