Put It on the Air - Lyrics - Gazpacho

Gazpacho is a soup made of raw vegetables and served cold, usually with a tomato base, originating in the southern Spanish region of Andalusia. Gazpacho is widely eaten in Spain and neighbouring Portugal , particularly during the hot summers, as it is refreshing and cool.

Can we train our mice to spin the big wheels Polish swords and beat their wives Scare them to death on their ship of fools Every day of their lives Be the sum of all their fears In this ever changing maze Let them count teeth through Our electric cage Can we train our dogs to bite reality Eat the world when they smell its fear Create a dimension of make believe And put it on the air Can we kill their tired years Keep them staring at this flame To feed our jukebox God When we're out of change Suspended in emergency silence Her heart pounding not to give up on his life Waiting in Trauma for her baby brother A random pattern Buzzards circling a lie Are you afraid to live it all again? Can we train our minds to spin their big wheels Polish swords and beat our wives Be angry and cold can we do it at all Every day of our lives When this lap dance comes too near With its dirty little game Now we've seen her tears Can we buy her shame? Suspected he's in fingerprint silence The man at the door said he put up a fight This key is electric and the cage is *** You know we've been through this a million times And go on believing everything is all right Survival in this grief stricken violence Where hatred is a sanctuary and love is a cause Wailing your innocence as the guilty cry louder You're turning a blind eye though you know it's not right It's not right Can we place the guilt of our disasters On cosmic signs in suns and moons? When the dots are connected will it ease their minds Our horoscopes don't lose