morteaipadroni's video: Land of Plenty - Fred Lane

Lyrics : And as I walk this land of plenty, nobody talks: the streets are empty. The fatted calf rots in the gutter. Somebody mutters. A fleeing face, one of an army. Throw-aways: starving, barmy. A sawn-off laugh - haunting, hollow. The shadows swallow. Closed-out kids beyond the street lights file their teeth, ripe for street fights. Muggins rife, hardly headlines. Read the breadlines! Neon orgies, sunshine time-shares. Waking dreams. Aching nightmares. The never-never and its riches. Empty britches. Shots in the dark; sirens wailing. Stammering scouts: we'll do the hailing. Show-off shops luring looters. On your scooters! Tinkle, tinkle. Jump the railings. Nothing down, no repayments. Let the sirens sing their sad song. Won't be here long! - uploaded via http://www.mp32u.net/