This is the 3rd of june, 1988 A highly unimportant day Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over manhattan In a downtown far away, mr. toomy, our face in a crowd The city was slow and tired The wall street boys wearing their ties around their neck Like boxer's towels after a fight Mr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean I'll never know where I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your name 3rd of june, end of game
No looking to the right No looking to the left Lenny is a target and always on track Lenny is a target and nobody shoots Lenny is a target lost the route Ruins of a child's old fantasy Ruins of a child was [? ] Lenny is a target and nobody shoots Lenny is a target lost the route
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean I'll never know when I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your name 3rd of june, end of game
Mr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop Looked at his face Took off his jacket Put it on the pavement Stepped on it And started preaching like a monk from another world After some minutes, he had a little crowd Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly Like rolling gloom And mr. toomy throws his voice 'til he was the only one in the area At this early night of june 3rd, 1988
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean I'll never know when I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your name 3rd of june, end of gameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
