Baby you're a quick study I think you know that game Once the path's been cut honey It won't grow back the same
Talk to me of California Talk to me of Wigan Pier Old Man Crow is here to warn ya We don't like your type round here
Lift your eyes up to the heavens It is the last deceit Oh my friends my gutter brethren Won't suffer the same defeat
Children of the alleys gather Children of the skies will roll We'll rain our aces You will fold fold fold
Don't tell me I've been wasting time Got a few minutes left before blackout We may be dancing on the line But there are still some things to sing about
You could see the tide had come in Could hear the devil choir Couldn't bring yourself to help So you just took command to fire
But baby I can start a riot I'm gonna call you out You'll wish we stayed singing When we lift our voice to shout
You thought it was dead and buried A long long time ago Don't read about it in the red tops Hear it on the radio
Take this lesson little soldier Sit still and learn it well That ghost'll raise some eyebrows That ghost'll raise some hell
Don't tell me I've been wasting time Got a few minutes left before blackout We may be dancing on the line But there are still some things to sing aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
