White Russian
- Marillion (1987)You are listening to the song White Russian by Marillion, writer by Marillion in album Clutching at Straws. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here.
They boarded up the synagogues uzis on a street corner
You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner
The DJ resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say
Surface scratched where the needles play, uzis on a street corner.
Where do we go from here.
Terror in Rue de St. Denis, murder on the periphery
Someone else in someone else's pocket
Christ knows I don't know how to stop it
Lay poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh
I heard in on the telegraph there's uzis on a street corner.
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here.
The more I see, the more I hear, the more I find fewer answers
I close my mind, I shout it out but you know it's getting harder
To calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about
I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's alright
My ideals, my sanity, they seem to be deserting me
But to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons.
They're burning down the synagogues, uzis on a street corner
The heralds of the holocaust, uzis on a street corner
The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows
This resurrection we can't allow, uzis on a street corner.
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here.
We buy fresh bagels from the corner store
Where swastikas are spat from aerosols
I sit in the bar sipping iced White Russian
Trying to score but nobody's pushing
And everyone looks at everyone's faces
Searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence
Are we sitting on a barbed wire fence
Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home.
We place our faith in human rights
In the paper wars that tie the red tape tight
I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy.
In the gulags and internment camps frozen faces in nameless ranks
I know that they would rather be standing here beside me
Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home.
You can shut your eyes, you can hide it away
It's gonna come back another day.
Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home
Racing the clouds home.
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