[interact_list] Israel

  • From: A.Fujita@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • To: jawbreaker@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 09:11:58 +0000 (GMT)

Some destination was all that he had
Easy now, this car is speeding up
For last chance, crashing to freedom

Sweat pours down 
You're in the back seat sleeping
And she waits by the window 
On an empty bed, weeping
The ghost guns the motor 
To the land that he promised you
I guess this is the time when your 
Best intentions become facts again

This is no song for the dislocated
The one you will love but it will turn to be hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen now, you keep your aim steady
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol

from a live version of JB/W St Pl

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