There'll be no medicine in the morning There'll be no afternoon repose There'll be no tongue-tied inquisition There'll be no secrets to disclose There'll be no fumble in the dark There'll be no objects to bequeath Sex, love, money and death
There'll be no deathbeds on the ceiling There'll be no Uncle Sweetheart tales There'll be no undiscovered genius There'll be no unnecessary details There'll be no heading monuments No jokers running out of breath Sex, love, money and death Sex, love, money and death
There'll be no sychophantic losers There'll be no boys stuffed down the well There'll be no mama's little dysfunction There'll be no peace this side of hell There'll be no traitors on the wall There'll be no wolf in mother's dress Sex, love, money and death Sex, love, money and death
There'll be no swine to disappoint you There'll be no meat that keeps you thin There'll be no rumbles in the bedrooms of the thick There'll be no cage to keep them in There'll be no clairvoyant patrol There'll be no grades for you to test Sex, love, money and death Sex, love, money and death
There'll be no switch to make you happy There'll be no book that makes you free There'll be no loopholes that they won't have already filled There'll be no money on the gumtree There'll be no consequential crime No law and order on request Sex, love, money and death Sex, love, money and death
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There’ll be no words with which to tempt you There’ll be no visions in the sky There’ll be no hunter on your trail to make you nervous There’ll be no sympathy when you cry There’ll be no system you can speak of No millionaire to buy you rest Sex, love, money and death Sex, love, money and death
There’ll be no cyanide invitation There’ll be no secret police to fool There’ll be no hunchback indiscretion There'll be no judgment for the cruel There’ll be no electronic sun There’ll be no conquest in your bed Sex, love, money and death Sex, love, money and death Sex, love, money and death Sex, love, money and deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
