Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play It's just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer man's a cat they call Kickin' McCoy I know you remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama's cookin' chicken fried in bacon grease Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece
you'll just have to live and see what you find take it from there and follow the signs think you can live and dream your own fate you think you can wish and walk through the gate It isn't gonna beââ-that way
Golden country your face is so red With all of your money your poor can be fed You strut around and you flirt with disaster Never really carin' just what comes after
They tell me to be discreet For all intended purposes They tell me revenge is sweet And from where they stand, Iâm sure it is But I feel nothing for their game Where beauty goes unrecognized All I feel is heat and flame And all I see are dark eyes
In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers in bronze and concrete
Faded colors, pieces left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric fence
Across the borders between continents
In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is
In the shadows of tall buildings
The architecture is slowly peeling
Marble statues and glass dividers
Someone is watching all of the outsiders
The line moves slowly through the numbered gate
Past the mosaic of the head of state
In the shadows of tall buildings
Of open arches endlessly kneeling
Sonic landscapes echoing vistas
Someone is listening from a safe distance
The line moves slowly into a fading light
A final moment in the dead of night
In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers in bronze and concrete
Faded colors, pieces left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric fence
Across the borders between continents
In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is
In the shadows of tall buildings
The architecture is slowly peeling
Marble statues and glass dividers
Someone is watching all of the outsiders
The line moves slowly through the numbered gate
Past the mosaic of the head of state
In the shadows of tall buildings
Of open arches endlessly kneeling
Sonic landscapes echoing vistas
Someone is listening from a safe distance
The line moves slowly into a fading light
A final moment in the dead of night
