Top Songs By Lloyd Cole
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Cole
Vocals
Neil Clark
Acoustic Guitar
Joan Wasser
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lloyd Cole
Composer
Lyrics
We're tired of the mountain
The forest and stream
We'd heard of your cities and your hot children
We danced to your disco and your boogaloo
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
We came to be near you, but you're frightened, we see
We stalk on the borders of your decency
We wait for your bitches
We know they will come
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
We tire of the abstract
We long for concrete
This Gothic architecture
This brutality
Your jails and slaughterhouses
Your democracy
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
You worship false idols
You love the deceased
You cower before tyrants
You spread the disease
You lack imagination
You lack imagination
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Writer(s): Lloyd Cole
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