Il testo della The towers & the trains

In this town, when it rains_there are years that wash off towers and the trains._and the splashing sounds like laughing_as it rolls and it slides off the ceilings and the sides_of the towers and the trains.__there?s a blacklist. a deep, black malice._scars so deep, they?re taught to children,_that live with people ?till the grave._folks can?t shake ?em, twist or break ?em._they find themselves condemned to burnout._they rust and crack, and then they turn out like _the towers and the trains.__nothing beats them downtown streets,_they can?t keep a dream alive._the women talking, men hard-rocking._how will i survive?__we got issues from all the misuse._we got wasted youth and missing persons who?ve got nothing left to do but age._they sit on their porches, lit by torches,_and if you listen in the stillness, you?ll hear them singing about their illness:_the towers and the trains.__nothing beats them downtown streets,_they can?t keep a dream alive._the women talking, men hard-rocking._how will i survive?__in my town, when it rains. there are years that wash off towers and the trains._and the splashing sounds like laughing_as it rolls and it slides off the ceilings and the sides_of the towers and the trains.__off the towers and the trains?