Run from the sun
Worship all the disasters
Give yourself up to be
A sacrifice to the concept of belief.
Plagues of frogs raining down.
Rivers run red, rivers run dry.
But it's a lie and a fraud and it's coming from his mouth:
It's coming down. It's coming down.
He's comatose, eyes half closed,
He's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie.
It's a prefect day, a perfect day.
But he's comatose, eyes half closed,
He's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.