Sam Phillips Black Sky текст песни, слова песни Black Sky Sam Phillips
Sam Phillips - Black Sky
they hide three mystics the earth sends from her grave
to tell us the future has been stolen away
by diggers, drillers and sellers
but we won't stop 'till we're under a black sky
he took my picture int he cemetery sun
my body was tempted to crumble into one
reunion of dust until creation's done
returning ashes to ashes
we won't stop 'till we're underneath a black sky
the commerce the intrigue
self-slaughtered souls cry out to dead poor men
for a drink at the water hole
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