Undoing Of David Wright (The)

Slap Dash Street Trash
And so we on our tiptoes creep Down the alleys, beneath the streets Past the trash and past the silt Past the canal which our hands built On our backs we've slung rucksacks And in our hands is rope held slack We know most the beggars and whores by name But for those unknown tonight Death makes his claim We swear secrets kept The tide met the shore and their lives were washed away The sea forever will be the one who's blamed We won't, no never be the ones to take the blame Aus Songtexte Mania