The boy is listening to those records from the past.
He wants to make them last,
For they make him feel alive!
They are the voices of the faces on the wall.
He listens to them all,
Hangs on every little tale they tell.
Knows them all-
...and their life stories
Shares their pain-
...and shares their glories!
One day he even cut their names upon his skin.
They mean that much to him.
For them he'd take the test.
His bedroom window opens to the evening air.
The fox is in his lair...
The volume of his system is full on...
But the neighbors moan-
...and the parents call
This angry noise-
Is the muzak of the wastelands
Wastelands,
The wastelands...
The wastelands...
...wastelands.
The boy is dressing in the fashion of the day
The kids all dress that way,
You can tell them anywhere.
The boy looks out,
...and sees his friends are waiting there...
In the cold electric glare,
Of those lamps that...
...make you think
...that
...night is day!
They drag their l***s into your sight,
With shouts and screams they meet the night!
They block your way in twos and fours...
In uniforms from city stores...
They're closing in, who knows the score...
It won't be long before...
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands!
Wastelands,
...yes, it won't be long before,
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands!
Wastelands, the wastelands!
Wastelands, oh, wastelands!
Wastelands, yes...
...it won't be long before...
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands!
Wastelands,
Oh...
...wastelands...
dj.Darshan
He wants to make them last,
For they make him feel alive!
They are the voices of the faces on the wall.
He listens to them all,
Hangs on every little tale they tell.
Knows them all-
...and their life stories
Shares their pain-
...and shares their glories!
One day he even cut their names upon his skin.
They mean that much to him.
For them he'd take the test.
His bedroom window opens to the evening air.
The fox is in his lair...
The volume of his system is full on...
But the neighbors moan-
...and the parents call
This angry noise-
Is the muzak of the wastelands
Wastelands,
The wastelands...
The wastelands...
...wastelands.
The boy is dressing in the fashion of the day
The kids all dress that way,
You can tell them anywhere.
The boy looks out,
...and sees his friends are waiting there...
In the cold electric glare,
Of those lamps that...
...make you think
...that
...night is day!
They drag their l***s into your sight,
With shouts and screams they meet the night!
They block your way in twos and fours...
In uniforms from city stores...
They're closing in, who knows the score...
It won't be long before...
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands!
Wastelands,
...yes, it won't be long before,
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands!
Wastelands, the wastelands!
Wastelands, oh, wastelands!
Wastelands, yes...
...it won't be long before...
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands!
Wastelands,
Oh...
...wastelands...
dj.Darshan