Feed The Enemy — текст песни (Magazine)

Its always raining over the border

Theres been a plane crash out there

In the wheatfields

Theyre picking up the pieces

We could go and look

And stare



How many friends have we over there ?

The border guards fight unconvincingly

Whatever we do

It seems things are arranged

We always have to feed the enemy



You could dance for me

And punch me through

Dance for me



We watched them trash thee last camera

Glued to all our tvs

The actors on the replay

Trying again to touch you and me



But they always seem to know

Exactly what theyre talking about

Now theyve got you in a corner

Youve got no room to move

Youve got no room for doubt

Thats exactly what theyre talking about

Now theyre got you in a corner

No room to move

No room for doubt