Chapel Hill Songtext
von Sonic Youth
Chapel Hill Songtext
Back in the days when the battles raged, and we thought it was nothing
A bookstore man meets the CIA, and we know
Throw me a cord and plug it in, get the cradle rocking
Ah, out with the redneck pig old men, and it′s go
The hair in the hole in my head, too bad the scene is dead
Memories in the shadow back in time again
Ah, I can't forget your terrorized face, when you cried for the shameless
Wasted life ameri-k-k-kan, and you smile
So why should we run when we cannot hide, and my flag is burning?
We could be wrong but that′s allright, we'll rise again
The hair in the hole in my head, too bad the scene is dead
Memories in the shadow, it's back in town again
Lookin′ away it′s another day, and of course we love you
But radical man meets the CIA, and we say no
We'll round up the durham h.c. kids, and the char grill killers
Jesse H., come into our pit, all ages show
The hair in the hole in my head, too bad the scene is dead
Memories in the shadow, it′s back in town again
A bookstore man meets the CIA, and we know
Throw me a cord and plug it in, get the cradle rocking
Ah, out with the redneck pig old men, and it′s go
The hair in the hole in my head, too bad the scene is dead
Memories in the shadow back in time again
Ah, I can't forget your terrorized face, when you cried for the shameless
Wasted life ameri-k-k-kan, and you smile
So why should we run when we cannot hide, and my flag is burning?
We could be wrong but that′s allright, we'll rise again
The hair in the hole in my head, too bad the scene is dead
Memories in the shadow, it's back in town again
Lookin′ away it′s another day, and of course we love you
But radical man meets the CIA, and we say no
We'll round up the durham h.c. kids, and the char grill killers
Jesse H., come into our pit, all ages show
The hair in the hole in my head, too bad the scene is dead
Memories in the shadow, it′s back in town again
Writer(s): Kim Gordon, Steve Shelley, Thurston Moore, Lee Ranaldo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com