Blue cans

BLUE CANS

Lunar influx of reality
Lying down with the american friend
Reality, reality
I don't see anything
I don't
I don't see anyting

Just a little misery
Enough for playing at the bingo hall

While somebody forget the check
Inside a blue can, forbidden money
There's no destiny days anymore
Cos the destiny took them to the delirium land

There's no destiny days anymore
Just a desperation to distribute
Reality
I don't see anything
I don't
I don't see anything

Just a little misery
As a uncertain magic in this place

Brown accordions open and close
With the keys pressed in a paradise
Full of esoteric icons, piece of laments
drying the sidewalks wet by the rain

There's no money, no money
There's nothing left to win, no money
Reality
I don't see anything
I don't
I don't see anything

Rain from the great earthly prostitute
Rain from the great earthly prostitute
Rain from the great earthly prostitute
Rain from the great earthly prostitute

 

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