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Вершы: 10,000 Maniacs. In My Tribe. A Campfire Song.

A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig
500 men with axes and they all dig for me"
A lie to say, "O my river where many fish do swim
Half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in"

Oh no never will he believe that
His greed has a blinding ray
No devil or redeemer will cheat him
He'll take his gold to where he's lying cold

A lie to say, "O my mine gave a diamond big as a fist
But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed?
A lie to say, "O my garden is growing taller by the day
He only eats the best and tosses the rest away?

Oh no never will he believe that
His greed has a blinding ray
No devil or redeemer can cheat him
He'll take his gold where he's lying cold
Six deep in the grave

(His oldest pain and fear in life)
Something is out of reach
Something he wanted
(There'll not be time)
(His oldest pain and fear in life)
Something is out of reach

He's being taunted
(There'll not be time, oh no)
Something is out of reach
(Hey, hey)
That he can't beg or steal
(Nor can he buy)

A lie to say "O my forest has trees that block the sun
And when I cut them down I don't answer to anyone"

No, no, no, never will he believe that
His greed has a blinding ray
No devil or redeemer can cheat him
Take his gold where he's lying cold

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Oh, la la la, la la la la la la la
Love me, love me, love me, love me now