Damned, The - The Eighth Day Lyrics






Dead asleep the city dreams
Holding up its arms like limbs of steel
Mountains rise like mounds of sand
The boiling sea has swallowed up the land

On the eighth day
On the eighth day
Dancing dead are knocking on my door
In acid rain they came to mourn
To raise the flag, to raise the tune
You know they'll be here soon
The eighth day
The eighth day

Hollow homes and gloomy streets
The people next door are looking more like circus freaks
On the eighth day
Echoes of the midnight chime
The clock moves on but what a waste of time

On the eighth day
On the eighth day
Dancing dead are knocking on my door
In acid rain they came to mourn
To raise the flag, to raise the tune
You know they'll be here soon

The eighth day
The eighth day
The eighth day

Pure white heat and blood of sands
Two clouds of crimson mists are swirling round and round
On the eighth day
Pools of fear and eyes that shine
The mirrors cracked but I know they'll be mine oh mine

On the eighth day
On the eighth day
Dancing dead are knocking on my door
In acid rain they came to mourn
To raise the flag, to raise the tune
You know they'll be here soon
The eighth day
The eighth day
The eighth day
The eighth day





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  1. s.... g....

    Que genio maestro Cerati!!! Unir esa parte a camuflaje!!! 👏👏🎼

  2. D.... ....

    Sampled on Camuflaje by Gustavo Cerati.

  3. A.... V....

    Cerati camuflaje

    A.... V....

    Jajajjaa la puta madre. Igual es solo la intro. Grande gustavo robando a damned !!