Sangtekst: Coming Soon. New Grids. Wolves In The City.

Nothing is good there,
And the air is bitter.
It makes it hard to breathe
And harder to make a move.
It?s been a six month ride
Since the end of the war,
And men there lie with guns in their arms.
Welcome to unspeakable town :
A land for raving maniacs
Who have the law on their side.
Well, I learnt to cope with that.
Some are living by hope;
Some are hooked on chance;
Some are slaves of blood.
Well, straight-face me and pull me hard :
I?m riding through the land of Nod.
I?m riding through the land of Nod.
I?m riding through the land of Nod.
Can?t you hear Abel from above ?
Nothing is plain there,
And nothing?s really clear
When they came to take a man
And finally shot his dog.
Five months have been. Yeah,
Murderous years
For men to live along
With them crystal fears.
Fine unspeakable streams !
The land of raving creeps
Is now mine for days and weeks.
So I got used to the smell.
Some, it gets them down;
But some, it horns them well.
I can?t remember clear
The curious music that I hear :
Living in the land of Nod.
Living in the land of Nod.
Living in the land of Nod.
And Cain?s awaited to say grace

(Thanks to Nicolas for these lyrics)