Weatherman — текст песни (machines of loving grace)

Get off the streets and rise from the pressure
And burst out laughing, get off
Where the cops all wear leather-eyed amphetamine stares
Bleed kid, get off the street kid
Everybody knows it`s going to explode you see
Bleed kid, get off the street kid
Everybody knows it`s all wired, it`s all wired
Weatherman, think it over
You`ve got a moment`s respite
Weatherman, get it over
Infiltrate your inside
There was a film, there was a nightmare
Cielo Drive up on the right there
Some people say the weather`s no different
>From what we had yesterday
But there`s a house on the hill
Where the children all kill their playthings
And plant them like barrels of toxic hatred
Bleed kid, get off the street kid
Everybody knows it`s going to explode you see
Bleed kid, get off the street kid
Everybody knows it`s all wired, it`s all wired
Weatherman, you get it over
We penetrate your disguise
Weatherman, get it over
Twist the fork in her spine
Bleed kid, get off the street kid
Weatherman, you`re taking over
Weatherman, get it over