Stan Ridgway - Afghan/ForKlift lyrics
Ringin' on the telephone, pick it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round today? Heard it takes a worried man to sing a worried song Sing it now, but Lord, don't let it all go on too long Chorus: Somethin' in the air, and it's movin' like a southbound train Sun is goin' down, and it seems like I'll be the same World keeps spinnin' 'round, people say there's debt to pay I don't knowtoo busy with my life from day to day But whosoever journeys up against that border line The shadows of an ancient flame burn away in time I was down in Arkansas, workin' graveyard shift Movin' crates for exportation with a big forklift Most were crackers, Coca-Cola, shoes and ceiling fans Two were marked Top Secret, headed for Afghanistan Chorus repeat See shadows on the sun, see a comin' thundercloud Nothin' will persuade, but all will be allowed And some will seek their god from a heaven in the sky Defendin' their affliction with a holy alibi Ringin' on the telephone, pick it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round today? I'm callin' up the president, ask him what he say No answer, left a message, when he's back from holiday Chorus repeat Now the drums are poundin', hear them blowin' on the horn Two hands are on the hammer, and the fabric has been torn Dam's about to burst, floods are all around No more water, little Sylvie, 'cause I think I'm gonna drown Ringin' on the telephone, pick it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round today? Heard it takes a worried man to sing a worried song Sing it now, but Lord, don't make it all go on too long All go on too long