歌词
Wake me up in a little while, these neon eyes are resting deep.
The rich, (yeah) they’ve buried us wounded - (the) heavy pursed callous sheep.
And we all just wait to shake the scene asunder,
With our hearts still lost in nights of lucent wonder,
Now we sit and rot like waste.
Helpless in this cage,
(We just) Waste,
The more they take away.
Wake me up in a little while,
These heavy limbs and tired-eyes are weary of the funeral weekends, where eulogies are penned with wry.
(but) The lads recite, the memories - the old days - when the streets were bright and brimming with a fresh blaze.
Oh those days were wild, before it all fell down.
Now we just rot like waste.
Helpless in this cage,
(We just) Waste,
The more they take away.
We’re breathing for you lady, so keep moving for us, baby.