文本歌词

Wastelands (2010 Digital Remaster) - Midge Ure
The boy is listening
To those records from the past
He wants to make them last
For they make him feel alive
They are the voices
Of the faces on the wall
He listens to them all
Hangs on every little tale they tell
Knows them all
And their life stories
Shares their pain
And shares their glories
One day he even cut their names
Upon his skin
They mean that much to him
For them he'd take the test
His bedroom window opens
To the evening air
The fox is in his lair
The volume of his system is full on
But the neighbours moan
And the parents call
This angry noise is the muzak
Of the wastelands
Wastelands the wastelands wastelands
The boy is dressing
In the fashion of the day
The kids all dress that way
You can tell them anywhere
The boy looks out
And sees his friends
Are waiting there
In the cold electric glare
Of those lamps that make you
Think that night is day
They drag their lusts into your sight
With shouts and screams
They meet the night
They block your way in twos and fours
In uniforms from city stores
They're closing in who knows the score
It won't be long before
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands
Wastelands
Yes it won't be long before
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands
Wastelands the wastelands
Wastelands oh wastelands
Wastelands
Yes it won't be long
Before a martyr's blood is nourishing
The wastelands
Wastelands oh wastelands