It cursed us all on our way home We passed the sights like passing stones And I will never go back there again The tourists and the army men The prostitutes this evening Will start to sink under my skin The dust and sand is what they sell The flashing lights and ringing bells A wish as far as I can tell Inside this dried up wishing well He is the shrieks I am the fear That yelling man rings in my ears Out of his mind he's my conscience Hour after hour pill after pill He is my bellyache I've taken so much medicine to kill I know there's something wrong 'Cause this night just drags on and on The clock still says it won't be long 'Til all your hard earned money's gone The dust and sand is what they sell The flashing lights and ringing bells A wish as far as I can tell Inside this dried up wishing well And I will never go back there again The tourists and the army men The prostitutes this evening Will start to sink under my skin The dust and sand is what they sell The flashing lights and ringing bells A wish as far as I can tell Inside this dried up wishing wellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
