Wastelands Songtext

von Midge Ure

The boy is listening to those records from the past
He wants to make them last
For they make him feel alive
They are the voices of the faces on the wall
He listens to them all
Hangs on every little tale they tell
He knows them all and their live stories
Shares their pain and shares their glories

One day he even cut their names upon his skin
They mean that much to him
For them he'd take the test
His bedroom window opens to the evening air
The fox is in his lair
The volume of his system is full on
But the nighbours moan and the parents call
This angry noice is the muzak of the wastelands

The wasrelands

The boy is dressing in the fashion of today
The kids all dressed that way
You can tell them anywhere
The boy looks out and sees his friends are waiting there
In the cold electri cglare
Of those lamps that make you think that night is day
They drags theire lusts into your sight
With shouts and screams they meet the night

They block your way in twos and fours
In uniforms from city score
It won't be long before
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands

Yes it won't be long before
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands

The wastelands
Oh wastelands