Letra de NYC Subway Poetry Department

New York subway poetry department Stand clear of the closing doors Stand clear of the closing hearts Stand clear of the closing heads Stand clear of the closing legs Stand clear of the bloody loss Stand clear of the boring chores Stand clear of the mesmerizing cross Stand clear of the dominating stores Stand clear of the closing souls Stand clear of the hideous crimes Stand clear of the poor souls Stand clear of the mounting grimes Of the lost souls stand clear Of the patalyzing tides stand clear Stand clear of the dirty souls Of the war weeping times stand clear Stand clear of the bloody cross Stand clear of the blearing sounds Stand clear of the bloody laws Stand clear of the hare and hounds Stand clear of the bloody souls Of the opressing bounds stand clear Stand close to the red cross Stand clear of the maddening bounds Stand clear of the hideous crimes I'd like to find this guy Stand clear of the mounting crimes He writes poetical warnings for New York subway Paralyzing tides stand clear So I could invite him to be Of the war weeping times stand clear To be my partner in the next album