D.o.a. (Letra)

Radiohead

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Into dark waters flow – bad dreams of long ago
Children who never knew – what doors would open to
Flights taking weary souls – life shakes of bitter cold
Love tears on golden shores – teenaged, no more

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What made you take the trip
How could you go so quick
Out through the open door
I wish i’d loved you more
D. o. a.

Pure as the driven snow – innocence now quickly goes
Hard pressed between the folds – inside the overcoat
Warm hearts and homeless bound – beware the city sound
Lying there below the street – broken, hard and beat

In cries of angels fall – in time you hear them all
Each face a deeper down – each heard a highway sound
Bound for the twilight flash – in tears the blinding match
A moments flame now cold – i knew her long ago

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D.O.A. (Letra)

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Voices break the silence.
Shadows infect the white-clad walls.
Death is breathing down your neck.
Yoy try ty flee.
Forced into submission.
You try to repent.
A strip of tape that kills the screams.
You know this is the end.
Surgical steel twist the flesh.
The hand of doom carves out the mesh.

D.O.A.
What more when you’re dead on arrival?
What more when you’re dead on arrival?
Doped up soul-Senses numb.
Fluids burst into flames.
Every high is a new low.
In these vermin-infested streets.
Chained to the altar of debt.
The breed of your sins.
Nailed to the cross of guilt.
The spawn of your greed.
A strip of tape that kills the screams.
A deep inspired – The circle is complete.

D.O.A.
What more when you’re dead on arrival?
What more when you’re dead on arrival?

What more when you’re dead on arrival?

D.o.a. (Letra)

Dead Moon

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We was broke and hungry on a summer day.
They sent the sheriff down to try and drive us away.
We was sittin’ ducks for the police man.
They found a dirty faced kid in a garbage can.
And i’m alone, i’m on the highway, wanted dead or alive,
Dead or alive.
Broken down and dirty, dressed in rags
A from the day my mama told me, "boy, you pack your bags."
Send the mayor down in his pickup truck.
The jury look at me, say, "outta luck."
And i’m alone, i’m on the highway, wanted dead or alive,
Dead or alive.
Now, i’m broken down and dirty, dressed in rags
A from the day my mama told me, "boy, you pack your bags."
We was sittin’ ducks for the police man.
They found a dirty faced kid in a garbage can.
And i’m alone, i’m on the highway, wanted dead or alive,
Dead or alive.