I watch the TV every night
I stay awake by satellite
I hope and pray the nightmares
Stay away today
An oily shroud on a coral reef
A black cloud's hanging over me
When I hit on the remote
The programmes stay the same
Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo
An assegai slick with sweat and blood
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog
A shallow grave hugs a highway
Beneath a bleaching sun
Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me
When cancer sucks a young girl's breast
When a company chains a young man's soul
When the coal dust stole
My grandad's breath away one day
Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me
A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd
To close a crowded circle round a brazier's light
A man becomes a mountain in the falling snow
A mother screams and a baby cries
The memory gone before the blood has dried
A needle pricks the conscience
To help it fade away
Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me
The more you scream, the less you hear
Or that's how it used to be
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days
The open lips of an alter boy
A planet spins in a silent void
The options are ever fewer
On the ground these days
Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me
Greito maisto valgykloj "uzkalnieciai" susitinka bulkute, sasyskyte ir buterbrodukas. Ateina jiems skundziasi surainis, desrainis ir falafelainis, kad ju niekas nenori. Buterbrodukas sako: mes irgi ne madoj. Surainis: - tai kada sugrisim i mada?
Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
Pamato veipintoja, startupininka ir omfgoda.
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