Voodoo Baby Aliens - Northern Blues Lyrics

The smog is blurring my dreamscape
I smell a sandstorm of rage
I'm crafting coffins for the bastards
Who put my dreams in a cage
In the corner of the room
I see a glimpse of a disaster
The barmaid pours as
The whiskey's servant pleases its master
I've got the
I've got the
I've got the
I've got the
I've got the
Northern Blues
Northern Blues
On the far North of reason
They laugh and they sing
Pulling the concrete off my wings
The stronger they pull
The faster I fall
And crush them with my weight
And as they merge with the street
In tears of Alan Ford I bathe
Path myself on the back
And whisper "Boy, was that great"
I've got the
I've got the
I've got the
I've got the
I've got the
Northern Blues
Northern Blues
The one who flies is worthy
The one who's worthy flies
The one who doesn't fly ain't worthy in my eyes
Thank you, Grunf!
Northern Blues