Letra de (Antichrist Television Blues) - Arcade Fire

I don't wanna work in a building downtown

No I don't wanna work in a building downtown

I don't know what I'm gonna do

'Cause the planes keep crashing always two by two

I don't wanna work in a building downtown

No I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground

I don't wanna work in a building downtown

I don't wanna work in a building downtown

Parking their cars in the underground

Their voices when they scream, well they make no sound

I wanna see the cities rust,

And the trouble makers riding on the back of the bus

Dear God, I'm a good Christian man

In your glory, I know you understand

That you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid

My girl's 13, but she don't act her age

She can sing like a bird in a cage,

O Lord, if you could see her when she's up on that stage!

You know that I'm a God-fearing man

You know that I'm a God-fearing man

Well, I just gotta know if it's part of your plan

To seat my daughters there by your right hand

I know that you'll do what is right, Lord

For they are the lanterns, and you are the light

Now I'm overcome

By the light of day

My lips are near but my heart is far away

Tell me what to say

I'll be your mouthpiece!

Into the light of a bridge that burns

As I drive from the city with the money that I earned

Into the dark of a starless sky

I'm staring into nothing and I'm asking you why:

Lord, will you make her a star

So the world can see who you really are?

Little girl, you're old enough to understand

That you'll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land

The men are gonna come while you're fast asleep

So you better just stay close and hold on to me

If my little mocking bird don't sing

Well, then daddy won't buy her no diamond ring

Dear God, would you send me a child?

Oh! God, would you send me a child

'Cause I wanna put it up on the TV screen

So the world can see what your true word means

Lord, would you send me a sign

'Cause I just gotta know if I'm wasting my time!

Now I'm overcome

By the light of day

My lips are near, but my heart is far away

Now the war is won

How come nothing tastes good?

You're such a sensitive child!

Oh! you're such a sensitive child!

I know you're tired, but it's alright

I just need you to sing for me tonight

You're gonna have your day in the sun;

You know God loves the sensitive ones

Oh! my little bird in a cage!

Oh! my little bird in a cage!

I need you to get up for me, up on that stage

And show the men that you're old for your age

Now ain't the time for fear

But if you don't take it, it'll disappear!

Oh! My little mocking bird sing!

Oh! My little mocking bird sing!

I need you to get up on that stage for me, honey

And show the men it's not about the money

Wanna hold a mirror up to the world

So that they can see themselves inside my little girl!

Do you know where I was at your age?

Any idea where I was at your age?

I was working downtown for the minimum wage

And I'm not gonna let you just throw it all away!

I'm through being cute, I'm through being nice

Oh, tell me Lord, am I the Antichrist?!

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