Текст песни Angels - Take A Long Line
Angels - Take A Long Line слова песни
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)He was selling postcards from a paper standa whiskey bottle in his withered handhe put a finger on a photo from an old magazineand saw himself in the shadow of his dreamThey found him with his head inside a tin-pot crowntold him his feet stank and took him downtowncalled him agitator, spy and thiefshut him up in solitary third degreetake a long line, reel him inHe tried to appeal to the king of mighthe said "I`m just excercising my sacred right"the king he said "You ain`t got no rightsyou`re a madman, a traitor, get outta my sight"take along line, reel him inThey put him aboard a well wound whirlwindpulled out his teeth and rold him to grinhe gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wineand said "I never existed, you`ve been wasting your time"take a long line, reel him in----------------------------------------------------------------------------