Rolling Thunder Songtext
von The Naives

Good morning Vietnam!

Believers turned into the puppets
Haunted lunatics
Will carry me to the fire
I′m fading into the deep

Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
Distant clouds grow high
Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
Distant voice is closing in


That country we're gonna find
That′s the country, which burn so bright
So sweet, so nice
Silent like a rolling thunder

Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
Distant clouds grow high
Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
Distant voice is closing in
Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
Asylum, exile
I've fallen into the deep