Koffey's Afka - Johnny Jacket

Shiny rays of the moon rubbish on the concrete...
Inside the mind of a soul confined
Broken wires on the loom, hard stones to hurl
Move the streams of the Palestinian sea
The cracking tonight is in progress in the city of the damned
All the TV lights are reflecting our affluence
Elsewhere beyond the window
Another soul has paid the toll
Rotate the turnstile!
Rotate the turnstile with force!
Disrupt communication, brain block in action, the ice age is now a mental condition
Wait for the rays of the morning sun...
Police is still there
But we'll pass behind
Somebody calls "living" something that life ain't!
Somebody calls this "living"
Rises a new day
Between the gates of Palestine
They've bet my world
In a western canny snap-match
Everybody knows, don't disappoint the Lord!
Johnny prepare your cool blue jacket you gotta go to work!
Naji prepare your bright musket
Ready for war!
Everybody's dreaming of living rich on the hills
Somebody's screaming: "STOP!
Set aflame Puppetville!"
Police is still there
But we'll pass behind
Somebody calls "living" something that life ain't!
Somebody calls this "living"
Rises a new day between the gates of Palestine
Ooh, I saw a sad man fight again!
Ooh, I saw an old man fight for more!
Somebody calls "living" something that life ain't!
Somebody calls this "living"
Rises a new day between the gates of Palestine.
Shiny rays of the moon
Rubbish on the concrete

Written by:
Francesco Zovadelli

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