Everybody knows that the dice are loaded.
Everybody rolls with there fingers crossed.
Everybody knows that the war is over. Everybody
knows the good guys lost. Everybody knows
the fight was fixed: the poor stay poor,
the rich get rich. That's how it goes.
Everybody knows.
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking.
Everybody knows that the captain lied. Everybody
Got this broken feeling like ther father or their
dog just died. Everybody talking to their
pockets. Everybody wants a box of chocolates
and a long-stem rose. Everybody knows.
Everybody knows that you love me, baby.
Everybody knows that you really do.
Everybody knows that you've been faithfull
give or take a night or two. Everybody knows
you've been discreet but there were so many
people you just had to meet without your
clothes. And everybody knows.
...
Everybody knows knows that the Plague is
coming. Everybody knows that it's moving
fast. Everybody knows that the naked man
or women - just a shining artifact of the
past. Everybody knows that the scene is dead
but there's going to be a metre on your bed
that will disclose what everybody knows.
Everybody knows that you're in trouble.
Everybody knows what you've been through,
from the bloody cross on the top of Calvary to
the beach of Malibu. Everybody knows it's
coming apart: take one last look at this
Sacred Heart before it blows.
And everybody knows.
L. Cohen.
Post je objavljen 09.01.2005. u 01:10 sati.