Listening to you, not listening This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland Where fewer little posh boys can't believe we treasure beer cans Where
There's evidence now that's somebody's lying And things to work out bout nobody's trying I wish I didn't care anymore, as if you cared what I was feeling
Can you see us now? We're on our own And every chance has just come and just gone Now it looks so dark and so cold Think of the minds we sold We'd better
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desert sands I will set the tempo low in my commands Come follow down the highway once trailed by my golden calf Oh, the blizzard's never seen the desert
Now I'm sitting on a plane, lonely flight back to LA... don't come back with me so I'll drink myself to sleep, cut my skin until I bleed hold my breath
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Not for no reason do they call this a wasteland This is the place where your mind isn't wanted Springs so cruel since it stops us pretending Many a place
[Lyrics by Dragonfly] Longing for the one Who's gotta be out there somewhere Far in Avalon Where are you that for I dare? Scratching at doors of hearts
This is the wasteland of all shattered hearts I hear the ghosts calling me back to the grave I'm here to even the score I've come to hell for you I'm
All alone Where are you Are we over Something said Wish we had All those good times Hey, hey where should we go today I brought you in here to
Change my attempt good intentions Crouched over You were not there Living in fear But signs were not really that scarce Obvious tears But I will not
[Music by: P. Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] Though it's nothing new: we still rob our planet It's the daily truth, we interfere with everything Annihilation
This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland, Where fewer little posh boys can?t believe we treasure beer cans. Where?d you get those fans, Found
WASTELAND Alone on my steel horse i ride The engine echoes in the night Through a congrete jungle a wasteland i call home No fears and no regrets No
I got a candle And I've got a spoon I live in a hallway with no doors And no rooms Under a windowsill They all were found A touch of concrete within
You don't ever ask me why you don't read the signs you give me way too many reasons for me to wanna get high Standing tall between my four walls and