He played the game But he failed the test But he remembers the wave of her hair And the shape of her breast And he'll tell the world about it now In a traveling show Like some kinda circus Like some kinda circus Like a monkey in a zoo More dead than alive
Total abandonment That faraway look Where nothing seems to matter And nothing seems to cook But you know her, you love her You gotta live without her He said, "I can't live without her!" She said "Too bad about that," And left with the undertaker Now he just sits at the piano Singing "I'll never grow up, I'll never grow up!" More dead than alive
He said "What a babe You wanna see her? I got a picture," And he whipped out his wallet, he had a pathetic collaged photo of himself with a fashion model Really sad Really sad More dead than alive Well, I climbed up a mountain And I dug myself a grave Don't you ever get tired Of telling me to behave? And the wild wind, well it's my slave It takes me wherever I want to go But it always blows me back again Well, the wild wind it's my friend It always blows me back again It was as if my skull was bare And naked, without a thought to share 'till it blew one night, this wild wind And knocked me back alive again And if I told you this was for real That I'd been living against my will Would you laugh and laughing, say: He's not being real that way More dead than alive
Pulled up a coffin And I stepped in And turned on the radio And the record on the radio kept skipping, skipping So I pulled up a coffin Pulled up a coffin Pulled up a coffin I walked up to this psychological man I said "I've got this problem about this coffin," He said "Here's some cough drops," I said, "Please don't make such dumb jokes This is art!" Or is it art? Or is it smart? Or is it just my heart? More dead than alive
Little girl, where all my tears have dried Little girl, when everything was going great Time to call out the in-crowd Undead white zombies More dead than alive Well, he played that game But he failed the test But he remember, he remembers The wave of her hair And the shape of her breast And he'll tell the world about it now In a traveling show Like some kind of circus Like some kind of circus Like some kind of circus Like some kind of circus More dead than aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
