Letra de Crimes (Alt Version)
There's a fire on Junk Island, where, They send their garbage Is anybody listening?After work we'll watch The seagulls, diving in And out of the lashing towers of flameIt twinkles like a pile Of rotting jewels, left To bake in the sun Is anybody listening?We're just like those condom wrappers: Used up, torn up, thrown away And we're just like yesterday's headlines: Drifting, floating, towards the blazeAnd if we rob the Liquor store we, could Be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn If we rob the Mayor's mansion, We could pawn his modern art and make a fortune If we rob the lonely widow, We could steal her credit cards And buy a cottage by the ocean And we could swim out to Junk Island we'll burn up like the seagulls And the whiskey bottlesWe're scrapped valentines, We're tangerine rinds, We're crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimesAnd the children, In the subway, Eating apple cores Is anybody listening? They're breathing paint out of plastic bags, Their mumbled mouths say: "Is anybody listening?"