Indelicates (The)

Point Me To The West
I'm bitter and twisted Unaddressed and unlisted And all of our plans came to nothing, it seems. There's nothing above Except lies about love Crooked skies west And impossible dreams. And the young and the hatefully Spoiled and ungrateful Born to inherit this beauty we made, Who owe us a debt That they'll never know debt And the dirt and disease Of the rotten old days. So tear out my name from the books of the law I don't want a part of the past anymore And scrub out every line in my biography And don't let me influence no one. I'm jelous and broken For the trophies and the tokens And the aching little photos On other peoples walls. No desire could be finer SongtexteAnd no man should be a miner But I could spit a hole in diamond When the clocking-out bell tolls. How we danced, you and I, Beneath the cut glass sky With our hands waving mimicing How other hands were free Life's a beach that you build, A sandpit we filled With the old cold sweat Of our slavery. So tear out my name from the books of the law I don't want a part of the past anymore And burn every record in my discography And don't let me influence no one. Pack up my books in the old oak chest Saddle me a horse and point me to the west Fill up my hip flask, load up my gun And point me to the setting sun. Aus Songtexte Mania