Текст песни: Kicking Rocks + перевод

I’ve got my bastion

You’ve got your shell

You’re always pushing

On what you dwell

So I’ve been thinking

What’s up with that?

You’ve got your shanty

I’ve got my camp

You rarely mention

the broader facts

You sing your siren

We get used to that

We open building doors

for working class

You step in the way

of Cadillacs

You’re only kicking rocks from the eaves

And your aim is high

I see you hanging like a scarecrow

when your fields are dry

You’re only kicking rocks from the eaves

And you aim too high

I get up and fill my haymow in the morning

I hear the reverends

whining in the back

I wished I had a czar

just to deal with that

I’ve got to move on

and cut the slack

Two point five million

won’t hold me back

When will you light my soul?

The city nights are cold

When will you light my soul?

I don’t care how punk rock you want to be

It just doesn’t mean anything here to me

I don’t care how punk rock you want to be

It just doesn’t mean anything

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