เนื้อเพลง Capitalist Cigarettes View From The Bus Tour
Gesture of sorrow, I shape it with my hand,
Gesture of sorrow, I'm the one who brought it to my land,
When things do not go as planned, no tomorrow.
Gesture of sorrow, write melancholy,
Gesture of sorrow, bring them all to my knee.
My blanket’s so cold tonight, how could I survive the day?
But if capitalist cigarettes burn themselves out at last,
Would it be a better day, won't you please say it will be true.
