The Flood! (Radio Edit)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:00 duration
๐ ID: 11805826
๐ Lyrics
Big black city why don't you lay down your guns
Take back Sunday morning from the '70s sun
She's like a swinging hammer, solid to the core
But this ain't 1842 and this city ain't a town no more
Say my god save this mansion from the flood
Two thousand politicians dying just to shed some blood
One says okay I guess this all comes down to circumstance
I never swam before but it looks that I might get my chance
I knew a girl she was a victim of the state
Who'd lock her up and wear her down
And turn her sevens into eights
She had the blues and the rain just made it worse
Ain't is strange that when the levee broke
She was the one who'd get there first
And once the troops had reinforced the gate
We sent the 12 enlightened on a ship to find the higher state
The scientist, the poet, the hunter and the slave
But the flood became a monster and the sea became a grave
And once the pawns were standing at the guard
The flood became a prison without cigarettes or yard
In came the waters like a bad moon on the rise
Even Jesus knew what time it was I could feel it in his eyes
Now the streets are like a funeral, bodies floating by
This place is like a guillotine
Where dreams and hopes both come to die
But!
This city looks so pretty twinkling in the night
Yeah welcome to New York my god! Albert Gore was right
Take back Sunday morning from the '70s sun
She's like a swinging hammer, solid to the core
But this ain't 1842 and this city ain't a town no more
Say my god save this mansion from the flood
Two thousand politicians dying just to shed some blood
One says okay I guess this all comes down to circumstance
I never swam before but it looks that I might get my chance
I knew a girl she was a victim of the state
Who'd lock her up and wear her down
And turn her sevens into eights
She had the blues and the rain just made it worse
Ain't is strange that when the levee broke
She was the one who'd get there first
And once the troops had reinforced the gate
We sent the 12 enlightened on a ship to find the higher state
The scientist, the poet, the hunter and the slave
But the flood became a monster and the sea became a grave
And once the pawns were standing at the guard
The flood became a prison without cigarettes or yard
In came the waters like a bad moon on the rise
Even Jesus knew what time it was I could feel it in his eyes
Now the streets are like a funeral, bodies floating by
This place is like a guillotine
Where dreams and hopes both come to die
But!
This city looks so pretty twinkling in the night
Yeah welcome to New York my god! Albert Gore was right
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.99] Big black city why don't you lay down your guns
[00:21.84] Take back Sunday morning from the '70s sun
[00:26.31] She's like a swinging hammer, solid to the core
[00:30.10] But this ain't 1842 and this city ain't a town no more
[00:37.85] Say my god save this mansion from the flood
[00:42.83] Two thousand politicians dying just to shed some blood
[00:47.12] One says okay I guess this all comes down to circumstance
[00:51.34] I never swam before but it looks that I might get my chance
[00:59.48] I knew a girl she was a victim of the state
[01:03.64] Who'd lock her up and wear her down
[01:05.99] And turn her sevens into eights
[01:08.55] She had the blues and the rain just made it worse
[01:12.14] Ain't is strange that when the levee broke
[01:14.79] She was the one who'd get there first
[01:37.79] And once the troops had reinforced the gate
[01:42.16] We sent the 12 enlightened on a ship to find the higher state
[01:46.45] The scientist, the poet, the hunter and the slave
[01:50.31] But the flood became a monster and the sea became a grave
[01:58.73] And once the pawns were standing at the guard
[02:03.36] The flood became a prison without cigarettes or yard
[02:07.75] In came the waters like a bad moon on the rise
[02:11.65] Even Jesus knew what time it was I could feel it in his eyes
[02:19.11] Now the streets are like a funeral, bodies floating by
[02:24.46] This place is like a guillotine
[02:25.80] Where dreams and hopes both come to die
[02:27.99] But!
[02:28.27] This city looks so pretty twinkling in the night
[02:32.89] Yeah welcome to New York my god! Albert Gore was right
[02:39.97]
[00:21.84] Take back Sunday morning from the '70s sun
[00:26.31] She's like a swinging hammer, solid to the core
[00:30.10] But this ain't 1842 and this city ain't a town no more
[00:37.85] Say my god save this mansion from the flood
[00:42.83] Two thousand politicians dying just to shed some blood
[00:47.12] One says okay I guess this all comes down to circumstance
[00:51.34] I never swam before but it looks that I might get my chance
[00:59.48] I knew a girl she was a victim of the state
[01:03.64] Who'd lock her up and wear her down
[01:05.99] And turn her sevens into eights
[01:08.55] She had the blues and the rain just made it worse
[01:12.14] Ain't is strange that when the levee broke
[01:14.79] She was the one who'd get there first
[01:37.79] And once the troops had reinforced the gate
[01:42.16] We sent the 12 enlightened on a ship to find the higher state
[01:46.45] The scientist, the poet, the hunter and the slave
[01:50.31] But the flood became a monster and the sea became a grave
[01:58.73] And once the pawns were standing at the guard
[02:03.36] The flood became a prison without cigarettes or yard
[02:07.75] In came the waters like a bad moon on the rise
[02:11.65] Even Jesus knew what time it was I could feel it in his eyes
[02:19.11] Now the streets are like a funeral, bodies floating by
[02:24.46] This place is like a guillotine
[02:25.80] Where dreams and hopes both come to die
[02:27.99] But!
[02:28.27] This city looks so pretty twinkling in the night
[02:32.89] Yeah welcome to New York my god! Albert Gore was right
[02:39.97]