Politricks Songtext
von Einar Stray Orchestra
Politricks Songtext
Round your neck hung a crucifix
When you gave in to those politricks
Followed them cause you liked the sound
Bought their t-shirts and sang along
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
The so called saffron, saffron, saffron
Sucked into the song, a song
It′s what you're known for
Then you prayed not to pray again
As the thoughts started thickening
Selling souls like flickering
Wake at night as to whispering
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
The so called saffron, saffron, saffron
Bow down to the song, a song
A million voices
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
You′re travelling alone, alone, alone
Sucked into a storm
Storm
Been living on bottled wine for days
I've gotten accustomed to these ways
And now I have taken to the stage
Leave me here till the levees break
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
The so called saffron, saffron, saffron
Bow down to the song, a song
It's what you′re known for
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
You′re travelling alone, alone, alone
Sucked into the song, a song
A million voices
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
You're travelling alone, alone, alone
Sucked into a storm
You were never that into it
Off your neck goes the crucifix
When you gave in to those politricks
Followed them cause you liked the sound
Bought their t-shirts and sang along
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
The so called saffron, saffron, saffron
Sucked into the song, a song
It′s what you're known for
Then you prayed not to pray again
As the thoughts started thickening
Selling souls like flickering
Wake at night as to whispering
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
The so called saffron, saffron, saffron
Bow down to the song, a song
A million voices
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
You′re travelling alone, alone, alone
Sucked into a storm
Storm
Been living on bottled wine for days
I've gotten accustomed to these ways
And now I have taken to the stage
Leave me here till the levees break
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
The so called saffron, saffron, saffron
Bow down to the song, a song
It's what you′re known for
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
You′re travelling alone, alone, alone
Sucked into the song, a song
A million voices
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone
You're travelling alone, alone, alone
Sucked into a storm
You were never that into it
Off your neck goes the crucifix
Writer(s): Hans-christer Rosbach, Lars Fremmerlid, Einar Stray, Hanna Vik Furuseth, Simen Aasen, Julie Ofelia østrem Ossum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

