Текст песни: Lies of the Living Dead + перевод

They call it paradise

… purple leaves

The sound of silver flutes

The jam of honey bees

Oh I am getting so sick of the lies, the lies, the lies

Of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

And there’s no religion,

And rabbits rub your feet

My baby is eating flowers,

That kill of all diseases

Oh I am getting so sick of the lies, the lies, the lies

Of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Those elevator clouds

And bugs that braid your hair,

This often golden place,

That is supposedly somewhere

Oh I am getting so sick of the lies, the lies, the lies

Of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

Lie, lie, lies of the living dead

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