The Amazing Kreskin Lyrics
| Song | The Amazing Kreskin |
| Artist | Clutch |
| Album | Strange Cousins from the West |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Clutch | |
| In the raining park the chessmen play, | |
| The faithful atheists refuse to pray, | |
| The steam-works weep, the addicts do not care, | |
| Crowd of cold people stand by and stare | |
| The garbage eaters, their many retainers | |
| Come to collect all the foul remainders | |
| The smoke hangs heavy, the wrecking ball swings | |
| In the clockwork of a collapsing thing | |
| Wasted plastic empire's golden age, chemical wedding | |
| Citizens in their refineries cheer the nuptial bedding | |
| The hourglass is turning | |
| On a shore of iron, cutters, and clippers | |
| Paper, rock, rock, paper, and scissors | |
| On a road of skulls their story moves on | |
| It's a bumpy ride and very, very, very long | |
| In the blue sky the seagulls fly over garbage. | |
| Are we the ocean? | |
| Are we the desert? | |
| Are we the garbage? | |
| Who's to say? |
| zuo qu : Clutch | |
| In the raining park the chessmen play, | |
| The faithful atheists refuse to pray, | |
| The steamworks weep, the addicts do not care, | |
| Crowd of cold people stand by and stare | |
| The garbage eaters, their many retainers | |
| Come to collect all the foul remainders | |
| The smoke hangs heavy, the wrecking ball swings | |
| In the clockwork of a collapsing thing | |
| Wasted plastic empire' s golden age, chemical wedding | |
| Citizens in their refineries cheer the nuptial bedding | |
| The hourglass is turning | |
| On a shore of iron, cutters, and clippers | |
| Paper, rock, rock, paper, and scissors | |
| On a road of skulls their story moves on | |
| It' s a bumpy ride and very, very, very long | |
| In the blue sky the seagulls fly over garbage. | |
| Are we the ocean? | |
| Are we the desert? | |
| Are we the garbage? | |
| Who' s to say? |
| zuò qǔ : Clutch | |
| In the raining park the chessmen play, | |
| The faithful atheists refuse to pray, | |
| The steamworks weep, the addicts do not care, | |
| Crowd of cold people stand by and stare | |
| The garbage eaters, their many retainers | |
| Come to collect all the foul remainders | |
| The smoke hangs heavy, the wrecking ball swings | |
| In the clockwork of a collapsing thing | |
| Wasted plastic empire' s golden age, chemical wedding | |
| Citizens in their refineries cheer the nuptial bedding | |
| The hourglass is turning | |
| On a shore of iron, cutters, and clippers | |
| Paper, rock, rock, paper, and scissors | |
| On a road of skulls their story moves on | |
| It' s a bumpy ride and very, very, very long | |
| In the blue sky the seagulls fly over garbage. | |
| Are we the ocean? | |
| Are we the desert? | |
| Are we the garbage? | |
| Who' s to say? |
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