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Song: | They're Not Here They're Not Coming |
Album: | Inside Job | Genres: | |
Year: | | Length: | 359 sec |
Lyrics:
From the arizona desert
To the salisbury plain
Lights on the horizon
Patterns on the grain
Anxious eyes turned upward
Clutching souvenirs
Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears
They swear there was an accident back in â47
Little man with a great big head
Splattered down from heaven
Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies
Hidden in the desert under endless skies
Well, itâs a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No time for heroes, no place for good guys
No room for rocky the flying squirrel
Theyâre not here, theyâre not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your weary eyes back homeward
Stop your trembling, dry your tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
Theyâre not here, theyâre not coming
Would they pile into the saucer
Find orlandoâs rat and hug it?
Go screaming through the universe
Just to get mcnuggets?
Well, I donât think so, I donât think so
Itâs much too dangerous, itâs much too strange
Here in a world that wonât give oprah no home on the range
Well, itâs a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No authenticity, no sign of soul
The radio wonât play george and merle
Theyâre not here, theyâre not coming
Not in a million years
âtil we put away our hatred
âtil we lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my sister
Theyâre not here, theyâre not coming
To this garden we were given
And always took for granted
Itâs like my daddy told me, ¡°you just bloom where youâre planted.¡±
Now you long to be delivered
From this world of pain and strife
Thatâs a sorry substitution for a spiritual life
(solo)
Well, itâs a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Post, postmodern world
No place for sentiment, no room for romance
Bring back the duke of earl
Theyâre not here, theyâre not coming
Not in a million years
Turn your hopes back homeward
Hold your children, dry their tears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
Theyâre not here, theyâre not coming
Theyâre not here, theyâre not coming
Not in a million years
âtil we put away our hatred
And lay aside our fears
You may see the heavens flashing
You may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you, my brother
Theyâre not here, theyâre not coming
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