Текст песни Lunch For The Sky (Socratic) с переводом

Drivers in the taxicabs

People live their roles

Thirty-five cents

Throw it in the toll

They don’t know they’re paying what is stealing all their food

They’re forced into the melting pot where they’re simmered and brewed

He loves being sick and he looks for a cure

(He loves being sick)

You can call this sane

You can call this eccentric

He marks his books with steak knives

All we are is lunch for the sky

Why can’t we be jazz musicians?

A little melody will soon be missing

All we are is lunch for the sky

Let’s all play the lottery so we can buy all our dreams

I’m a self-help video with the worst themes

Everything I wanted was all in a dream

I still wasn’t much or was that just how I seem?

He loves being sick and he looks for a cure

(He loves being sick)

I stood back to the countryside

I asked if you’d like to take a ride

My moods came in two stages

God-awful and contagious

I can’t tell you what I want to say

The city digested yesterday

Death is not the end it is the cure

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