מילים לשיר Crimes – Blood Brothers

There's a fire
on Junk Island where
they send their garbage is anybody listening?
the seagulls diving in
After work we'll watch
and out of the lashing towers of flame. It twinkles like a pile
of rotting jewels left
to bake in the sun.
Is anybody listening?
thrown away. We're just like those condom wrappers: used up torn up And we're just like yesterday's headlines:
drifting, floating, towards the blaze.
liquor store we could
be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn.
If we rob the
If we rob the
we could pawn his pawn his modern art and make a fortune.
we could steal her credit cards
mayor's mansion
and buy a cottage by the ocean.
If we rob the lonely widow
and the whiskey bottles.
If we swim to Junk Island we'll burn up like the seagulls
We're scrapped valentines.
We're tangerine rinds. We're crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes. (x4) And the children
in the subway
eating apple cores.
Is anybody listening?
Their mumbled mouths say:
They're breathing paint out of plastic bags.
"Is anybody listening?".