[Gary Moore Coverversion]
Translation: Riot. Out In The Fields.
: [Gary Moore Coverversion]
force fields Levitatin' space ships, earthquake hits, United States splits Projects turn to snake pits Secrets of the Masons came to revelations Babylon destroyed by the nations aggravations Riots
to drown me I'm lookin for intelligent life I'm lookin for a blip on the screen So I can reach out and touch somebody Anybody Everybody This song goes out
away from this building far away from all these people far away from this city far away from this whole state, this whole country, and the riots going
-out the weak order out of wild streets We roam the streets all lost And get caught up in a world of chaos Survive or defeat concrete jungle Ex-out the
above those ashes without hot air balloons floatin' their four passenger baskets and I'm asking you to let a captive lacerate a caption splash out massive
You put on the videohelmet and you quickly realize that this is not just another videogame - your entire field of vision fills with another worldly scene
In a field of lies and broken homes Fallen angels cry to get back home When they lie along the city roads A coat of steel won't save them from the unknown
cover my tracks I push paper to increase my shine I'm on my chief, jumpin' out the wagon like Tyco And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo' Bossed out
a list of fresh tomatoes Suing me now in court! (Dinah:) Ah, gimme the milk from the moo cow, (Josh:) Of corn right from the field I'm fond; (Ezra:) In
to field) Hey, Schnabel! Take your head out of your ass! (to THE LITTLE BOY) I guess that's telling him, huh? THE LITTLE BOY Hey, Schnabel! Take your head out
cork is a new spring of joy; In the bands of old friendship and kindred so set, And the bands grew the tighter the more they were wet. Gay Pleasure ran riot
Hook: I tell you what good with deez some and the how Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2) Right out the alleys of Cali Not eh balley straight out
young men in makeshift uniforms peer into the misty light And figures dart behind the trees As a snap of rifle rounds echoes out across the fields They
