The Gates Of Paradise Lyrics by David Byrne

The Gates Of Paradise Lyrics

    Atom-smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight
    Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time
    And the dj mixes them all
    And the music rhymes but it crawls
    And the music comes from hydrogen bombs
    Rock bands died when amateurs won
    Data in a hurry, using the new rubble
    Wipe it up baby, gonna get yourself in trouble

    We were burnt by the sun
    Having way too much fun
    Sleepless downtown overload
    Does the daylight bring you down?

    Money pours down and it drowns the little man
    Parking lot attendants stuff their pockets with their hands
    And the children laugh in your face
    They can see what you have erased
    When dogs make love they don't look at themselves
    Checking out each other by the way that they smell
    Rubbing and a'scratching, itching all the time
    Stop me if i talk too much, do another line

    We were burnt by the sun
    Having way too much fun
    The church of private enterprise
    Did the daylight bring you down?

    I love salt, i love sweets
    I know there's danger but i fall asleep
    The curves, the gasps, the love of life
    Headlines, gum box, faceless paradise

    Life rafts bobbing at the bottom of the pier
    Wood burns faster if it's soaked in gasoline
    All these towns look the same, everybody's clean
    Roll 'em out, cheap and fast, kiss me when i fall

    We were burnt by the sun
    Having way too much fun
    Sleepless downtown overload
    Did i stay outside too long?

    Alcohol, razor-blades
    All the clouds are miles away
    Take me down, far away
    Everyone's on holiday
    Alcohol, razor-blades
    All the clouds are miles away
    Take me now, fly away
    Everyone's on holiday
    All the clouds are miles away
    All the clouds are miles away
    Everyone's on holiday
    Everyone's on holiday
    Everyone's on holiday
    Everyone's on holiday
    Everyone's on holiday
    Everyone's on holiday

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