Let's not argue the facts We all know the facts, you'd been overly taxed You were bound to discover With your hand on your axe and your back to your lover And the high esteem I held for you notwithstanding These things still ring true to me Someday I'll see it completely When I gain my second sight If I told you I'm sorry, if I told you the truth That I knew you were lonely, oh, what good would it do? So let's not say how it feels We know how it feels I was hung by my heels for the sport and the art of it And despite my appeals, you don't want any part of it If you were half as much an actor as an overanxious hustler We might get over this disaster instead of living in the bus stop Your walking pension wrote some detrimental note You work him by remote on two D batteries You're dying to impress the undergraduates So when I've had enough of this, there's something under meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
