Sam Phillips - Black Sky (Bonus) Lyrics
The trees are listeningEach time a missile's madeThey hide three mysticsThe earth sends from her graveTo tell us the future has been stolen awayBy diggers, drillers and sellersWe won't stop till we're underneath the black skyHe took my pictureIn the cemetery sunMy body was temptedTo crumble into oneReunion of dust until creation's doneReturning ashes to ashesWe won't stop till we're underneath the black skyLa, la, laLa, la, laLa, la, laThe commerce the intrigueSelf-slaughtered soulsCry out to dead poor menFor a drink at the water holeTheir tongues will burn dryAs the day they were sold for forestsRaped into desertsWe won't stop till we're underneath the black skyLa, la, laLa, la, laLa, la, la...