We'd wake before daylight And practice up until noon He wanted perfection Always the same tune After all the pretty things you'd done for me I left you in a ditch You were the bank but I was the star on the silver screen My cheeks made blind men see and they all rose for me But after all the pretty things you'd done for me I left you in a ditch My voice grew hoarse reciting words that you know so well Though no one heard, they would so soon Once my sound was known to the finest tastes that set global tone "And I'll helm the seas of a burgeoning scene as the new come queen While you lick your wounds in a hole that's black perpetually" And a pink caterpillar with six anorexic children let me stay But I had to keep moving through anteater town After anteater town After anteater town After anteater town After anteater town I'd spent all your cash by the time I got to Schlagenheim But your name was gouged, it was no use To think that you could play But despite all the stupid plans you set for me You're still in that ditch And I was led here after some talk of atmospheres I skipped the line, made it known that I was one to see The desk was pain, said I did not fit No time for ploys and games, I made my way Through flocks of imbeciles, I crawled through my entry point But the curtain drew, I was too late In a white suit stuffed with hay, you were on stage You were on stage, you were on stage, you were on stage You were on stage, you were on stage, you were on stage You were on stage, you were on stage, you were on stage Lights came dim and hats came one Though not for me He sat and began the sound It sang the chords of my memory, implying that tuneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
