CrimesThe Blood Brothers
CrimesThe Blood Brothers
超喜欢这丫的暴戾There\'s a fireon Junk Island wherethey send their garbageis anybody listening?After work we\'ll watchthe seagulls diving inand out of the lashing towers of flame.It twinkles like a pileof rotting jewels leftto bake in the sun.Is anybody listening?We\'re just like those condom wrappers: used up torn upthrown away.And we\'re just like yesterday\'s headlines:drifting, floating, towards the blaze.If we rob theliquor store we couldbe in Tijuana by the crack of dawn.If we rob themayor\'s mansionwe could pawn his pawn his modern art and make a fortune.If we rob the lonely widowwe could steal her credit cardsand buy a cottage by the ocean.If we swim to Junk Island we\'ll burn up like the seagullsand the whiskey bottles.We\'re scrapped valentines.We\'re tangerine rinds.We\'re crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes. And the childrenin the subwayeating apple cores.Is anybody listening?They\'re breathing paint out of plastic bags.Their mumbled mouths say:\"Is anybody listening?\"
