Letra
Ver letra con acordes
= 3x0033
[Verse]
Lost in a haze of battered steel
Factory corpses - fallow fields
Made to reap what others sowed
An imminent banquet for the crows
The taste of rain knows not your tongue
The sound of laughter - stranger still
Carolina - do you long for the grandeur
Of another age when mountains moved upon command?
Before the bomb rendered soil into sand
[Chorus]
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
[Verse]
Do you believe that gods or men
Led you to this viper den?
The wilderness cares not for qualms
Trivial flags and broken psalms
Still you crave old tired lines
You poor bag of bones in a tattered coat
Carolina, do you long for an answer?
The answer lays in the wicked hearts of humankind
Swept up in the craze of a layman’s grand design
[Chorus]
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Critical mass and cruel machines
Raped the earth in unity
Clinked their glasses - claimed a win
They played you like a violin
In the dying symphony’s
Final opus, you’re a star
Carolina, do you long for a future
Praying for rain for the farmer in the dell
Or spitting out nails on a broken carousel?
[Chorus]
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
[Outro]
[Verse]
Lost in a haze of battered steel
Factory corpses - fallow fields
Made to reap what others sowed
An imminent banquet for the crows
The taste of rain knows not your tongue
The sound of laughter - stranger still
Carolina - do you long for the grandeur
Of another age when mountains moved upon command?
Before the bomb rendered soil into sand
[Chorus]
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
[Verse]
Do you believe that gods or men
Led you to this viper den?
The wilderness cares not for qualms
Trivial flags and broken psalms
Still you crave old tired lines
You poor bag of bones in a tattered coat
Carolina, do you long for an answer?
The answer lays in the wicked hearts of humankind
Swept up in the craze of a layman’s grand design
[Chorus]
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Critical mass and cruel machines
Raped the earth in unity
Clinked their glasses - claimed a win
They played you like a violin
In the dying symphony’s
Final opus, you’re a star
Carolina, do you long for a future
Praying for rain for the farmer in the dell
Or spitting out nails on a broken carousel?
[Chorus]
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
Ooooh-woohoo-oooh
[Outro]