The clouds salivating Drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreak 'til lightning breached their bellies Caesarean section washes pigment from every street
And it's high tide, as the sewers rise And the drains have become obsolete Seems there's no place in this town For something as pure as you seem
I'm diving into headers Put this pretty face where the boots are flying in Been bobbing rotten apples Water to my waist, in a shark-infested bin People laugh, they will call it folly, but we connected like a Yeboah volley I'm totting up my worth in stamps, but doing so in second class
I heard that it hurts, and I said...
Two wrists, two wrist watches Tick-tick-tocking, second hands slightly out of time A constant subtle reminder One of us will be gone before bells of the other chime I requested a room with a view In the middle of a war between me and you And leave with all the dignity of missed Panenka penalty
I heard that it hurts, and I said...
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me She smiled at a joke, but I said... I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above we
Draw me like one of your fence, girls Stood erect as a post, head to toe in creosote We're blocking out all the lapsed-punks Listen them piss and moan, counting out major notes
Banned from every bar in town Snooker balls a weapon made Snooker cue held upside down Propelled like helicopter blade
I heard that it hurts, and I said...
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me She smiled at a joke, but I said... I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above we
I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me 'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above we
The crowds celebrating Drooling from each side with the thought of the trouble to wreak And you hear them singing (in every room, from nursery to tomb): "Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
