Текст песни B-52`s, The - Trism
B-52`s, The - Trism слова песни
She has to leaveShe has to goThe fastest wayIs by trismSteps off the curbStella Corona hopes for the bestTo be home by sunsetGotta be home by sunsetShe asked me to give her a rideShe said she had to goDropped her off by the trismThrough the atmosphere by prismGo trismGo trismGo trismGo trismGo trismGotta keep, gotta keep movin` onGotta keep movin`Gotta keep movin`Gotta keep movin`Gotta-gotta-keep onIt was a human race to get awayAnd then back againLike the sun bends light through a prismShe bends herself through the trismIn the smokey streets of the nightShe pulls the lever and then bright lightTrismTrismTrismTrismTrism