Tekst piosenki ' Playback 68 ' wykonawcy Flood

Well today a man is walking on the Moon
His hands are shaken and his face is blue
And he took the trip but he ain't comin' home
Buried in a New York summer's snow

(Pray!) pray that roam or traveling will lead us to a place so far a-
(Way!) way from amy brother sucking on the barrel of a gun
(Take!) to take my mom and dad we'll hunt the bomb and say there's nothing wrong
(Play!) playback 68 again remind us all of where we've been

There's a factory that blocks the light of day
And the field where all the children like to play
In a world your thoughts who always knew, what is sent around comes back to you
And hangman isn't just another game

(Pray!) pray that roam or traveling will lead us to a place so far a-
(Way!) way from amy brother sucking on the barrel of a gun
(Take!) to take my mom and dad we'll hunt the bomb and say there's nothing wrong
(Play!) playback 68 again remind us all of where we've been

(Pray!) pray that roam or traveling will lead us to a place so far a-
(Way!) way from amy brother sucking on the barrel of a gun
(Take!) to take my mom and dad we'll hunt the bomb and say there's nothing wrong
(Play!) playback 68 again remind us all of where we've been
(Pray!) pray that roam or traveling will lead us to a place so far a-
(Way!) way from amy brother sucking on the barrel of a gun
(Take!) to take my mom and dad we'll hunt the bomb and say there's nothing wrong
(Play!) playback 68 again remind us all of where we've been