Anything Sözleri

This is my forty-fifth depressing tune

They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb

And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight

'Cause the black in our pockets won't let us fight a proper fight

So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem, maybe?

'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know

If we should pack our tents, shut down the show

Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune

Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons

But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle and the vinyl play

All the songs of the pain, songs that explain all our circles and strains

So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem maybe?

'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know

If we should pack our tents, shut down the show

Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

We're all dying and we'd like to know

If we should pack our tents, shut down the show

"Yes, we should like to see you pack your tents, shut down your show."

Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

Oh, anything would be fine