A score of years this line has run Above the crests that drown the sun A mile high the turbines turned The stokers sweat the monkeys burned I will carry
We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide The compass of decision falls always on one side But many went before us and still the cries
Night hangs on the city like a blanket on a cage A sacrifice prepared Laughter lies on faces where the sun has never shone The fear of life is strong
Maps on the back of your hands point to the cross Scratches on walls in a room draw out your loss Your islands are conquered and you are returned to the
I came from the hills with a tear in my eye The winter closed in and the crows filled the sky The houses were burning the flames gold and red The people
I wouldn't wanna go home on a night like this When I find out that some of the past has been missed And the light in the window has burned it's fuse I
Prevod: Big Country. Crossing.
, all around the world I don't play baseball but I've hit a home run All around the world, all around the world I've been to countries and cities I can
get 'em back watch dem bitches back I hear dem boys come'n Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch Big shorts, headband to a cross
, it's just all the same (It's all the same) Damn, what a difference a year And a hundred and twelve days makes Came the longest country mile, thanks
was God I'd be cross That my son had to die on the cross, cross, cross, cross If I was God I'd be cross That my son had to die on the cross People look
I got the fortunes of heaven in diamonds and gold I got all the bonds baby that the bank could hold I got houses 'cross the country honey end to end
do my thing like I oughta Ooh, the Motor Booty Affair this is the big one The marathon, not your average 50 yard dash of funk The Olympics, cross country
at the Rican Parade, I'm watchin caramel bitches play Get with real niggaz, bullshit'll never get you paid This is the DREAM of a young black teen I fiend for hoes cross country
maybe make a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big
basement, Olympic size pool With pool table adjacent, I love me some money I stash money fast money Comin' on bumpin' them onions Bunking and crossing the country So, so don't cross
monster in my blood just call me j-r oooh give me a ball and imma put it through the hoop you shoot im gone shoot cross me i cross you raised on kool
, down the road Mack trucks caused country Peterbilts overload Turnpike in freak mode, kissin at a highway patrol Haulin platinum and gold, takin chicks to the superbowl Big freight with big
