down where the wild doves call
Where the raven feeds and the
blind man leaves
In the oil black river's flow
Going down to the wasteland where
the village is wrapped in thread
To the broken town where the sirens sound and
the old black shadows creep
Going down through the wild woods
where the evening shadows fall
Prying eyes from a fire tree
But the nightfall will cover all
And the old ways hide un
der bush and brier
The old walls glisten with razor wire
Hear the beating heart of the fool
Who seeks the devil's hand
Going down to the wasteland,
going down where the wild dogs go
Where the raven feeds on the blood that
leads to the oil that rivers flow
Smell the fires of your city,
where dreamers lie like burnt out cars
Try to keep to the shadows
For the wild pack prowl in the underpass
And the mud is thick with ash and oil
Three rivers meet and the water is boiling
Hear the beating heart of the fool
Who shakes the devil's hand
Go ing down to the wasteland
Going down where the wild doves go
Where the raven feeds
and the blind man leads
And the all -black rivers flow
Go ing down to the wind -sky
Where the villages rattle an d scream
To the broken town where
the sirens sound
And the all -black shadows creep
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