After the Crop

The wind had bent the crop when the mountebanks

Came back from the hop

Lonely on the road the drivers of the night followed the light

And took the path to their next plunder or fight

The rain had beaten down the corn

When the mountebanks came back in the morn

Lonely on the road the drivers of the night followed the light

And took the path to their next plunder or fight

After a hard day far from the land of the sky

The cardboard clouds returned home without a cry

The lights went out one by one

But this day was not like another one

The night woke up like a badly washed b***h

And the voice of the wind was going off pitch

I was always on the rack&160

Like a wave that the beach throw back

&8216 Cause she thinks she &8216 s looking too ugly

Or maybe cause she &8216 s looking too lovely

Like a star lost in the sky

I had just one friend my cry

And I heard people play and I heard people say：

This year the crop will not be good

However we have worked as much as we could

Roaming under mechanical moonbeams I was going down in my dreams

Without a look and well oiled

I was alone with my world

Like the blind of the electric flock

But I knew that I would give them a shock

My saturated heart cried his pain

But what was rolling in my brain&160

I tried to forget what was said in the books

All their stories of crops and crooks

But somehow I can not talk

I still had this electronic walk

Like the blind sheep of the electronic flock

But I knew that I would give them a shock

My saturated heart cried out his pain

And my revolt broke out off my brain&160

They were looking at me with big eyes of ice

But for me it was so nice

I was free&160 I was me&160

No more what they want me to be

Like the blind sheep of the electricflock

But I knew that I would give them a shock

And the rain did not beatdown the corn

It had been cut this morn