Letra de Black Sky
The trees are listening Each time a missile's made They hide three mystics The earth sends from her graveTo tell us the future has been stolen away By diggers, drillers and sellers We won't stop till we're underneath the black skyHe took my picture In the cemetery sun My body was tempted To crumble into oneReunion of dust until creation's done Returning ashes to ashes We won't stop till we're underneath the black skyLa, la, la La, la, la La, la, laThe commerce the intrigue Self-slaughtered souls Cry out to dead poor men For a drink at the water holeTheir tongues will burn dry As the day they were sold for forests Raped into deserts We won't stop till we're underneath the black skyLa, la, la La, la, la La, la, la ...