I can still see you there in your grass-stained underwear Dancing crooked circles around the golf course green It must have been three AM when we hopped that chain link fence And ran across the grass in the pouring rain
Oh, and you kept falling down And rolling on the ground Like a drunken little bird Flapping its broken wings
Flapping your broken wings Flapping your broken wings Flapping your broken wings In the green, green grass
As with pilgrims with axes, never seen the devil dancing In the silent branches of thousand year old trees As they sailed up the wild coast, leaning from their wooden boat Shooting every pretty bird that rose up from the weeds
When the sun began to rise I could see it in your eyes And shining on the golf balls lying in the grass And a rusted chain link fence, a golf cart in a ditch And the colored flags you pulled from all the holes
Like jewels on your green dress My lady of the golf course Running in your underwear To greet the cops who'd driven up
Flapping your broken wings Flapping your broken wings Flapping your broken wings In the green, green grass
Flapping your broken wings Flapping your broken wings Flapping your broken wings In the green, green grassTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
