Текст песни Bananarama - King Of The Jungle
Bananarama - King Of The Jungle слова песни
Lurking, he knows your faceHe waits and bides his timeMind clocks your every moveTill you step out of lineStalking streets by nightPushing guns by dayHe knows it isn`t rightBut he wants to make his nameHe`s working harderGotta make another, make another martyr(Chorus)Hide your eyesThey are moving closerBut you know you`re not allowed to look them in the faceHide your eyesCoz you`re the loserBefore you even start to run you`ve lost the raceYou`ll never know the placeUntil your time has comeIt`ll be a sunny dayUntil his work is doneDoesn`t care what pain you feelCan`t see your mother`s tearsAs she counts the cost of the life that`s lostAnd twenty wasted yearsGone and made another, made another martyr