| THE WALLS OF RAGUSA Coming from the
north
Going down to the antique world
A leatherface like me can't live from weed alone
Where are the happy few
Are they still there
All left their homes
The scent of gun smoke fills the air
They call me Mr. Twilight on the hill
I killed my shadow and draw my sword against a wind
Black clouds over Europe
The world is a disk again
I can't lose anything
I'm prepared for every risk again
Chorus:
The walls of Ragusa are crumbling
The walls of Ragusa they are crumbling
Give the devil holy water
Tar and feather the lord
Let's leave old contradictions
Throw them overboard
This orbit must be big enough for all of us
Must give food and to drink enough for everyone of us
Chorus
Words: Emilio Winschetti
Music: Tom Redecker
Published by Strange Ways / Warner Chappell 1993 |