Tác giả : Beck
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
Where will you go 
When this day is over 
A gambler's purse 
Lays on the road 
 
Straight to your door 
Snakes have gone crazy tonight 
Winding their way out of sight 
 
A laugh, a joke 
A sentiment wasted 
Seasons of strangers 
They come and go 
 
Doldrums are pounding 
Cheapskates are clowning this town 
Who could disown themselves now 
 
Engineer 
Slow down this old train 
Cinders and chaff 
Laugh at the moon 
 
Night birds will cackle 
Rotting, like apples on trees 
Sending their dead melodies to me