King Crimson - A Man, A City [Live]

Concrete cold face
Cased in steel
Blind sign stick race
Taste and peel
Dream slot time past
Pasteboard smile
Lost soul, lost trace
Waste your while
Yeah

Yeah

Glass eye, sharp cut
Color bomb
Greased hand, teeth hide
Shuffle low
Scream wheel light beam
Neon spell
Lost soul, lost trace
Lost in hell

Concrete cold face
Cased in steel
Blind sign stick race
Taste and peel
Dream slot time past
Pasteboard smile
Lost soul, lost trace
Waste your while

Thank you

Thank you, we'd like to play a song from the album now
It's called, uh, Epitaph

Written by:
Robert Fripp, Michael Rex Giles, Greg Lake, Ian Richard Mcdonald, Peter John Sinfield

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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