I went Euromad out on the road last fall Between the roman churches and the German music halls Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery I might not have got this far it would be all the same to me
I started in Bologna when I stepped between the lights I thought I'd lost my charisma my life flashed between my eyes The communists rejected me I didn't fit their plan And anyway I must assume there anti American
It might have been Geneva in a darkened discotheque And though I met Sophia I still got it in the neck A journalist he spied on me like I always knew they would He wrote me off like a business trip I felt deeply misunderstood
Or maybe it was Paris' blazing dignity and pride It's a city full of heiresses where I very nearly died I woke up in the circus with a whistling in my ears I'm ready for the antidote can you tell me what it is?
I went Euromad out on the road last fall Between the roman churches and the German music halls Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery I might have never made it through this EuromiseryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
