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Testo Pompeii Statues
Testo Pompeii Statues
We take off, heading downtown, straight up the boulevard
Passing the tents on concrete, needles and bottle shards
Making a way through the city, Queen of Angels
Into the heart of the city, burning
People like Pompeii statues lying out on the street
Even the children begging, everyone in the heat
Making a way through the city, Queen of Angels Into the heart of the city
Going deeper into madness
Going deeper into darkness
Going deeper into new doubt
Going deeper
Deep into the fallout
Deep into the fallout
Deep into the fallout
Where do all the people go?
Where do all the people go?
Where do all the people go?
Going deeper into madness Going deeper into darkness
Going deeper into new doubt
Going deeper
Deep into the fallout
We see a woman screaming, spirits above her head
A guitarrón is playing a ballad for the dead
Making a way through the city, Queen of Angels
Into the heart of the city, burning
Men fly over us riding wild beasts through the air
We look to see the mountains, but there ain't nothing there
Making a way through the city, Queen of angels
Into the heart of the city
Going deeper into madness
Going deeper into darkness
Going deeper into new doubt
Going deeper
Deep into the fallout
Passing the tents on concrete, needles and bottle shards
Making a way through the city, Queen of Angels
Into the heart of the city, burning
People like Pompeii statues lying out on the street
Even the children begging, everyone in the heat
Making a way through the city, Queen of Angels Into the heart of the city
Going deeper into madness
Going deeper into darkness
Going deeper into new doubt
Going deeper
Deep into the fallout
Deep into the fallout
Deep into the fallout
Where do all the people go?
Where do all the people go?
Where do all the people go?
Going deeper into madness Going deeper into darkness
Going deeper into new doubt
Going deeper
Deep into the fallout
We see a woman screaming, spirits above her head
A guitarrón is playing a ballad for the dead
Making a way through the city, Queen of Angels
Into the heart of the city, burning
Men fly over us riding wild beasts through the air
We look to see the mountains, but there ain't nothing there
Making a way through the city, Queen of angels
Into the heart of the city
Going deeper into madness
Going deeper into darkness
Going deeper into new doubt
Going deeper
Deep into the fallout
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