Look back and see
Another new tight, rare, hustle every night, stare
Blind at the sight where the plight is a nightmare
Thicker than the air, even a flicker of light rare
Sicker than a scared human being who might care
Like a satellite flare, got Milano in sight clear
I recite the out of sight, parasite prayer
Planned mechanism of polite fear
In a land of paganism where the second is in a year
Eh yo Milano maintain the balance of terror
Calculate the mistakes and balance the error
I'm the dere-lict and never leave you tricked
Evict him with a dictum if he acts like a victim
The law of the land, the temptations are many
From the money to the plenty of fears of the milleni-
Um train, some gain total sum, some live on a bread crumb
Bled from the home they fled from
(refugee talk)
Silence recedes and your deeds can never silence the pleads
Revolution bleeds from a child hatred breeds
More neglect to expect from the vanguard of thieves
Heads-of-government like these governing as they please
Not displeased with the spreading of this poverty disease
s*****ically content and reticent with the medicine
They're holding back
To keep the masses on the dark side
Blind their eyes and feed them carbon monoxide
To even the equation, conceiving the invasion
Of a government rapping hatred cause it's tired of persuasion
In a faceless city with no capacity for pity
Nothing is as it was then nor can ever be pretty again
No compassion left in the hearts of weak men
A-men, no prayer strong enough to save the meek laymen
Decayed in a second, the future's bleak and laden
With grief and shame in the surrender to the craving
(Words and music: Don Johnson Big Band)
Another new tight, rare, hustle every night, stare
Blind at the sight where the plight is a nightmare
Thicker than the air, even a flicker of light rare
Sicker than a scared human being who might care
Like a satellite flare, got Milano in sight clear
I recite the out of sight, parasite prayer
Planned mechanism of polite fear
In a land of paganism where the second is in a year
Eh yo Milano maintain the balance of terror
Calculate the mistakes and balance the error
I'm the dere-lict and never leave you tricked
Evict him with a dictum if he acts like a victim
The law of the land, the temptations are many
From the money to the plenty of fears of the milleni-
Um train, some gain total sum, some live on a bread crumb
Bled from the home they fled from
(refugee talk)
Silence recedes and your deeds can never silence the pleads
Revolution bleeds from a child hatred breeds
More neglect to expect from the vanguard of thieves
Heads-of-government like these governing as they please
Not displeased with the spreading of this poverty disease
s*****ically content and reticent with the medicine
They're holding back
To keep the masses on the dark side
Blind their eyes and feed them carbon monoxide
To even the equation, conceiving the invasion
Of a government rapping hatred cause it's tired of persuasion
In a faceless city with no capacity for pity
Nothing is as it was then nor can ever be pretty again
No compassion left in the hearts of weak men
A-men, no prayer strong enough to save the meek laymen
Decayed in a second, the future's bleak and laden
With grief and shame in the surrender to the craving
(Words and music: Don Johnson Big Band)