Текст песни beautiful south - From Under The Covers
beautiful south - From Under The Covers слова песни
It`s 6.00am and even Big BenIs trying to get his head down for a kipBut no sooner is it downAnd then it`s on with dressing gownFor this city very rarely loses gripBut I have a friend who`s never up by 10.00He`s fast asleep with mouth open wideHe`s lost a lot of jobs, but he`s won a lot of friendsAnd he says to me, he cannot tell the timeIt`s 7.00am and we`re coughing up the phlegmSpitting out the taste of night beforeAnd we`ll vomit and we`ll chokeJust to climb their tatty ropeWell this city has its charm, and its clawAnd he`ll blame his clockOr he`ll say he`s lost his socksAnd they`ll tell you that he`s been bitten by a snakeHis excuses are an art>From the bottom of his heartAnd he thinks of them whenenver he awakesIt`s 8.00am we`re on the road againRacing for a placing at the topAnd it says green for goFor the people in the knowBut for the others all it says is red for stopIt`s cold and its dampAnd they`ve dug him a graveAnd the 10.15 merchants still in bedAnd scrawled upon the headboardFor the whole wide world to see"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"