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 bitch
And the voice of the wind was going off pitch
I was always on the rack!
Like a wave that the beach throw back
'Cause she thinks she 's looking too ugly
Or maybe cause she '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?
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!
They were looking at me with big eyes of ice
But for me it was so nice
I was free! I was me!
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.