The lost mind is causing, inside uprisings, When will all their mortars end, It’s big times, big shoes, keep a couple lies with you, There’s freedom up around the bend. But when a war hits home, become a little more undone, Wall to wall and what’s to hide, Give a little rice and bread, spend a couple nights in bed, This wandering eye can lead us blind. Put them all in a lifeboat, we’ll cry when they croak, And dote round on this awful news, And when we’re good and wet, do our best to forget, The whole world was once built on shoes. But there’s a riot come quickly, guns are still warm and sticky, Pick me up at half past five, Still alive and breathing, guess there’s nothing more I’m needing, Today was so, today was so nice.
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Playing dice with the big men, they’ll catch you just when you think you’re winning, Sing a sad and jonesing blues, Say chap pat your back all down the hall they’ll, Slip you a ten for all your trouble, We don’t want no tin from you, We don’t want no tin from you, We don’t want no tin from, We don’t want no tin from, We don’t want no tin from you.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
