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Come in the house of the cyber god
And connect your soul to heaven
The digital church grants you salvation
24 hours a day

Kneel to the holy terminal
And send an e-mail to Jesus
Your virtual confessor is always ready
To listen to all your sins

Moving the mouse and touch the monitor
So starts the christian game
Come ask forgiveness for your faults
From the celestial screen

You can clean your soul of all your mistakes
The modern house of god can save you
You ll never be alone with all your regrets
You only need you re credit card!

Type in your sins
And then pray to the screen
Of your hi-tech Jesus!
And then wait for the print
Of your hi-tech Jesus!
Hi-tech Jesus!

You can switch on the program you prefer
And then have a chat with your god
The techno-religion is fully equipped
To satisfy all your needs

Don t forget to leave just a little fee
A share for the plastic lord
With a little expense you ll be always sure
To reserve a place in the sky

You can clean your soul of all your mistakes
The modern house of god can save you
You ll never be alone with all your regrets
You only need you re credit card!

Type in your sins
And then pray to the screen
Of your hi-tech Jesus!
And then wait for the print
Of your hi-tech Jesus!
Hi-tech Jesus!

Deszcz ,jesienny deszcz
Smutne pieśni gra,
Mokną na nim karabiny,
Hełmy kryje rdza.

Nieś po błocie w dal,
W zapłakany świat,
Przemoczone pod plecakiem
Osiemnaście lat.

Gdzieś daleko stąd
Noc zapada znów,
Ciemna główka twej dziewczyny
Chyli się do snu.

Może właśnie dziś
Patrzy w mroczną mgłę

Running away

I need a break from it all
Some space from it all for a minute
I m trying to make sense of it all
This place is so unforgiving
Wanting and waiting
And somehow it s another winter
Big plans and big dreams
They re running out

CHORUS:
Cause I m running away, running away
I gotta do it,...

The black face

The day the sun will lose its brightness
The day the earth has spat out all its innards
The day the rivers and streams have inundated our cities
The day the life itself will be the worst of all punishments

The earth will shake
The earth will burn
The skies will rumble
The moon will turn

We ll...

Tryin to be me

I pull out of the driveway
and head out on the highway
and I can see them in my rearview mirror
hanging out the window
snappin a shot of me
so I pull into the fast lane
nobody s gettin past me
and...

Lament

I guess I tried to show you how
I’d take the crowd with my guitar
And business men would clap their hands
And clip another fat cigar
And publishers would spread the news
And print my music far and wide
And all the kids who played the blues
Would learn...