Ströer Bros. & Fine - News From Nowhere lyrics

Hungry roaring metal birds exhaust the naive sky, perch on gra**less welts of ten-lane dead-end runway. Concrete scars cross fertile bulgeland, bury living ghostfaces in a pavement race to nowhere. Take your sorrow to the sun. Give your tears back to the moon. Have you heard the news from nowhere lately? Welcome to the oracle, ask the sibyl what she says: In the fusion of communion, when the I becomes the We. A cherished chance or a charity case, a dizzying dance, a call from grace: Lift faith's veil and kiss fate's face - outrageous dangerous fall from grace. No longer elsewhere seek the light. That lie is wearing thin. The distant destined pilgrim site can be revived within. The miracle that conquers fear: Wield the power of the seer. That voice that all first die to hear whispers in your ear. Truth shall tell the turtle's shell, spell words birds write while in flight. Tongue the honey of the only, when the lie ceases to be! Next stop: the swimming hole. Be sure to take your sungla**es, folks, and don't forget to leave an offering. You can hang your wet underwear over the grille of the buss if you get back here soon enough. So soak away your sins in the soothing sulfur springs. Welcome, folks, to Aqua Caliente! A cherished chance or a charity case, a dizzying dance, a call from grace: Lift faith's veil and kiss fate's face - outrageous dangerous fall from grace. What we craved is what we thought could soothe us in the grave. Thought bravely sought, all came to sought, 'cause what we got is what we gave. Take your sorrow to the sun. Give your tears back to the moon. Have you heard the news from nowhere lately? Welcome to the oracle. Be like sibyls, dare to see: When the I becomes the We.