Aztec Camera

And realized that in your eyes, the force of love could kill.
So go and get your wages, you get what you deserve,
When hope held out its hand today, you laughed and turned and fled

Release, 'cos I wanted the world, and all I could get to
Was a gun or a girl.
Release, now I've thrown them away,
I'm here and I'm hungry and I hope I can stay.

The loch is overflowing, the sun has shed its light
And all that's left to warm your breasts' the wine we stole tonight,
Bottle merchats bother of us, overdosed on Keats, we smashed them all
And watched them fall like magic in the streets.


Standing in our new boots, we've lost the urge to hide.
We left it with the souvenirs that forced us to decide
How we'd storm the palace, meet me at the gates,
There's plenty bread and water here for anyone who waits.


But you can't remember where you squandered your hope
A fistful of dollars and a fistful of dope.
With your hands in your hair and your hair in your face,
You'd better summon your soul because we're leaving this place,
With a red, red flag and a red, red flag
And a red, red flag for a souvenir

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Language: English
Available on: High Land, Hard Rain (1983)


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