Testi musica canzoni

We are here, we were there, they are nearing
people everywhere we go.

People catching in their hands the ashes of the
Marlboro man.

Burn them down, burn them down with our canteens
pouring gasoline;

It's never what they're saying but why oh why
they say it.

Burning down the billboards to the ground and not
a sound will touch

these ears, for the sights to be gained will
everlast us through the years.

Five o'clock rush hour traffic gazing upward at
our magic.

Calvin Klein went down in flames,

the authorities aren't asking for the names.