Thursday, April 17, 2008

276 : 1/11/99 : Sleepless in Chernobyl

Think you got handed the bitter cup friend
Think you know how things will end
up don’t you
don’t you
On the flaring magnesium highwire
Wormwood dreams made me a gun for hire
I made it through
made it through
Since the incident I don’t seem to need much sleep
since my baby left me I can only weep
touch my face
my face
Wormwood in the cup is what made the drink bitter
I’m pretty beat up but I’m no quitter
think about it
about it
I cannot turn back and I just don’t dream
Some things are exactly what they seem
Won’t you come back home
You come back home

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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