Paroles de I Went Over The Edge Of The World

Oh the hymns of angels Suffer over the stench of the 21st century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony The litany of popular culture I face the microphone and Fumble in my pockets for a change A break from the deranged world of Plotting out the death of art And I went over the edge of the world And felt the sting of all it's words I sang the song of elves and birds I saw you in my rear view shades And drank from pools of night time caf?'s I stopped over just to finish up I turned the knobs and called your bluff I went over the edge of the world I face the microphone and Fumble in my pockets for change A break from the deranged world of Plotting out the death of art