Don't believe what you hear Don't believe what you see If you just close your eyes You can feel the enemy When I first met you girl You had fire in your soul What happened your face Of melting in snow Now it looks like this
And you can swallow Or you can spit You can throw it up Or choke on it And you can dream So dream out loud You know that your time is coming 'round So don't let the bastards grind you down
No, nothing makes sense Nothing seems to fit I know you'd hit out If you only knew who to hit And I'd join the movement If there was one I could believe in Yeah I'd break bread and wine If there was a church I could receive in 'cause I need it now
To take a cup To fill it up To drink it slow I can't let you go I must be an acrobat To talk like this And act like that And you can dream So dream out loud And don't let the bastards grind you down
Oh, it hurts baby (What are we going to do now it's all been said) (No new ideas in the house and every book has been read)
And I must be an acrobat To talk like this And act like that And you can dream So dream out loud And you can find Your own way out You can build And I can will And you can call I can't wait until You can stash And you can seize In dreams begin Responsibilities And I can love And I can love And I know that the tide is turning 'round So don't let the bastards grind you down
Compositores: Adam Clayton (U2) (PRS), David Evans (The Edge) (PRS), Laurence Mullen (Larry Mullen) (PRS), Paul David Hewson (Bono) (PRS)Editor: Polygram International Music Publ BvPublicado em 2006 (17/Mai) e lançado em 1991ECAD verificado obra #89609 e fonograma #1047334 em 12/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM