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  • Текст песни Leatherface - Dead Industrial Atmosphere

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    There's dark satanic mills and there's green and pleasant hills
    Could be riding through Lancashire with all it's
    Witchcraft dead industrial air
    You can hear a melancholy desert song
    And smell George Orwell as a funeral goes on
    There's plenty with a license to prostitute
    And room to develop the ultimate building
    The air in here is dead industrial and so austere
    The air round here smells of religion and Vauxies beer
    We are this world we watch the sands drain from our hands
    We're naive but happy or so it seems
    We've all seen the big red bus faces gazing expressionless
    The breakfast joint to kill the beast helps sow the
    Seed for all manner of dangerous things
    Here it goes again as melancholy as the last one
    And when you feel as dogmatic as the next
    It's time to read into what it is that you do
    The air in here is dead industrial and so austere
    The air round here smells of religion and Sunday dinner
    We are this world we watch the sands drain from our hands
    This is our world we are the waters that we learned to work
    You can hear a melancholy desert song
    And smell George Orwell as the funeral goes on
    There's plenty with a license to prostitute
    And room to develop the ultimate building
    The air in here is dead industrial and so austere
    The air round here smells of religion and Vauxies beer
    We are this world the sand drains from our very hands
    We're naive but happy or so it seems
    The air in here is dead industrial and so austere
    The atmosphere smells of religion and Vauxies beer
    This is our world we are the waters
    That learned to work you smell the others

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