كلمات Seen To Run

Dressed in rags Plastic bags I recognise you I know you from before Like slugs on their way Across the deadly tar Going for your dreams Won't get you very far And is it true? Do saints have to end up like you? She called you a liar You dropped the hairdryer, into the water I thought we'd see That sinners end up harmless like me Running out of things to say Running out of grounds to get up every day... The trick is to keep lying, put on your brightest smile Run towards the train, play the final game I feel sleepy, this is creepy, my hands are numb Pile the bottles up In Babylon you smile In Babylon you never reach the top