See, the debt collector’s coming He’s come to break my fingers So I can’t play piano no more… See, the debt collector’s coming He’s come to take my tongue So I can’t sing any songs anymore I just go ah-ha-ah-ha-ah To the top of the pop charts ah-ha-ah-ha-ah In your iPods ah-ha-ah-ha-ah That’s the sound of silence, Simon and Garfunkel
See, the Grim Reaper is coming He’s sharpening his scythe ‘Til he can see his own reflection See, the Grim Reaper is crying - his business down the drain ‘Cos people do it so much quicker (and cheaper and better…)
See – our saviour’s second coming - he’s such a selfish bastard (some of us don’t get to come even once) And you see, his fans know to avoid my house now I’ve signed a sealed deal with Satan To just love everybody that I can…
You see – I think the Grim Reaper should go after That fucking debt collector So I can sing whenever I bloody goddamn well please And our Saviour should just make love to Satan So both can see that either Are intolerable Without the other…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
