Letras
Hear the bells and whistles
Of the big machine
Hold your nose a kiss'll
Taste like gasoline
Wheels'll wobble
Even on the limousines
Drain another bottle
Try to drown the dreams
And I'll prepare the ground
Everything is coming down
And I don't want your crown
Everything is coming down
Wake up in the morning
To a blinding light
Then they drill you good and boring
Just to set you right
But that ain't gonna change
That we are born to be bright
So I abstain from your games
And dizzying heights
I'm a Fool but not a clown
Everything is coming down
And I don't want your crown
Everything is coming down
Waiting by the windows
For the leaves return
But the hearth indoors
Is where the fire burns
Winds'll take my tracks
The falling years will learn
To turn my body back
Into the grass and ferns
So take a puff and pass it round
Everything is coming down
And I don't want your crown
Everything is coming down
And I might be blind to all the blazes
And I might get stuck in winding phrases
But I still fly my kite and
I know when the moment's right I'll
Take a juicy bite of
Life could be together
Like it used to be
Insteada bein' wedded
To a state ID
Holy mighty hurricane
Might you set us free
Blow away the iron chains
And penitentiaries
And the dogs will take the pound
Everything is coming down
And I don't want your crown
Everything is coming down
Thunder overhead
Will teach the world to sing
Hide under your bed
And let the terror bring
A yelp, holler, squeal