Builders And The Butchers (The)

Barcelona
wear a suit of red and whiteand each light and raise a candleand we covered walls of the colors end with oilsand we put our bare feet upon the red rock soilwhen the sun goes down on southern Barcelonaevery child will turn to stoneand when the sun goes down on southern Barcelonaeverything will turn to goldwe will sing out to the damnedfrom the tops of our haciendasnow the Rio is on fireand a call to join us sings the midnight wirewhen the sun goes down on southern Barcelonaevery child will turn to stoneand when the sun goes down on southern Barcelonaeverything will turn to goldand your brother placed his hands upon your handscleaned your pockets and closed your eyesand a white cloud drifts across the dirty skyand you're breathing, but you're going to diepaint your front door red and whiteSongtextefill your pockets with lead and silvernow the sea will rise and boilwhen we give our bodies to the red rock soilwhen the sun goes down on southern Barcelonaevery child will turn to stoneand when the sun goes down on southern Barcelonaeverything will turn to goldall you see will turn to goldeverything will turn to gold Aus Songtexte Mania