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Текст (слова) песни: Monks of Doom - Miracle Mile



When your radar towers on the ground

And the dots on the screen have no meaning at all

Try to guide myself by sight and sound

But my location seems worng

So show me a place where somethings right

Black smoke beating from miles of steel

Like cast iron ornaments upon the hillside

Like casks of solid oak

The whiskey starts to age, so take another drink my friend

([like a satellite])

Waiting for the judgement day

Take another drink [...] ([like a satellite])

And hold it in

Waiting for the judgement day

When you walk along a desert shore

til the soles of your feet are not there anymore

Would you drop yourself down a ways

For the savior to come

And steal your minds away

Black smoke was beating from miles of steel

Dotting the hillsides of the miracle mile

Looking up into the sky

Points of light that go rushing by

Were just sitting on our hands ([like a satellite])

Waiting for the judgement day

Waiting for the judgement day

Flat on our backs, holding it in

Were just waiting for you, and

Waiting for the judgement day

Hey, the jokes on us

Rogue dreams reduced to snuff..

(lots of talking on the left speaker than the right ...

[siddown!]

 

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