Letra de Bring out Your Dead
(The rainbow is empty) (And the lights hang low) (There is a private eye) (In the centre of it all)Driving down Sunset Boulevard Looking, looking for the song The Starman has gone And lately Leonard Cohen, too There are thieves in the temple Pretenders from thrones undergroundAnd who really cares anymore? We all chase the windGive up your ghosts, give up your ghosts Give up your ghosts, give up your ghosts Give up your ghosts, give up your ghostsThe church of Jesus Christ And latter-day saints Bright, young americans There is one, one on every corner The holy books are open wide But the future is murder Dead birds fall from the sky Black jackals crawlingBring out your dead, bring out your dead Bring out your dead, bring out your dead Bring out your dead, bring out your dead...