John Mark McMillan - Belly Of The Lion [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Dance the dance
We call living and dying
In the valley of the city
In the belly of a lion
Work all week long
All week long
You can lose your soul
In the concrete riverbeds
Rolling with the flow
Of the currents of
The walking dead
Five o'clock comes
And you're a rolling stone

Days like these
We've got nothing to sing about
Days like these
I don't know what I think about
Days like these
Who would've known

Listen to the rhythm
Of the pawn show shore
It's got you falling off your hinges
Like that old screen porch
It's the interstate slipping in your
Pores again
You can ride the vein
From the corner store
To amsterdam
You can bleed the train
From the courthouse
To the vatican
But friday she's a ghost
And gonna slip right through your
Hands again

Days like these
I've got nothing to sing about
Days like these
I don't know what I think about
Days like these
Who would've known
Days like these
I don't know what I think about
Days like these
I've got nothing to sing about
Days like these
Who would've known

Dance the dance
We call living and dying
In the valley of the city
In the belly of a lion
Work all week long
All week long
You can lose your soul
In the concrete riverbeds
Rolling with the flow
Of the currents of
The walking dead
Five o'clock comes
And you're a rolling stone

Days like these
I've got nothing to sing about
Days like these
I don't know what I think about
Days like these
Who would've known
Days like these
I don't know what I think about
Days like these
I've got nothing to sing about
Days like these
Who would've known