Pull the blindfold down So your eyes can't see Now run as fast as you can Through this field of trees Say goodbye to everyone You have ever known You
I am a product I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games I'm a glossy package on the market shelf My contents aren't fit for human consumption
Super Highways here and there Pretty women everywhere. Brady Bunch and Smokey Bear. Buildings reaching to the sky Afro-sheen and apple pie, P.T.A. and
This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety
Take the highway to the end of the night End of the night, end of the night Take a journey to the, bright midnight End of the night, end of the night
I am a product, I am a symbol of endless Hopeless, fruitless, aimless games I'm a glossy packages on the supermarket shelf My contents aren't fit for
ATTENTION. Piss to the parties, the politicians. The pratt-stud men and their slaughter games. ATTENTION. Reagan. Thatcher. Andrapov. You stink and kill
I've always wanted what I couldn't have I hope and dream that maybe someday That I'd find out what love was all about I sure grew up tonight the hard
Terry: Some hidden magnet Is pulling me back Back to this strange little show An invisible force Dragging me off-course Pulling me somewhere I know I
This is the end of love This is the end of hope This is the end and this is the time And maybe it's just a simple rhyme This is the end of life And
Take the highway to the end of the night End of the night, end of the night Take a journey to the bright midnight End of the night, end of the night
I am a product. I am a symbol of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games. I'm a glossy packages on the supermarket shelf. My contents aren't fit for
This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end of our elaborate plans The end of everything that stands The end No safety
Take the highway to the end of the night End of the night End of the night Take a journey to the bright midnight End of the night End of the night Realms
end, beautiful friend This is the end, my ownly friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end
this is the end of love this is the end of hope this is the end and this is the time and maybe it's just a simple rhyme this is the end of life and this
Tulkojums: Durvis. Beigās.