Текст песни Beck - Mystery Song #2
Beck - Mystery Song #2 слова песни
well if it ain`t your time to go
then you`d better stay put for now
cuz everybody`s gotta do their time until it`s time
and if it ain`t broken, then break it
and say you knew me way back when
when fools were fools, and all rest were swine waiting to be defiled
well i could hang up my single
out by the side of the road
and try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind
like a driftwood in the night
that was washed up by the light
of the moon that bleached my bones
that sent me to the pile
mustard in your smile
lend a hand on the radio dial
and the breezes of the seasons
have blown us back to hell
it`s a stolen telephone
that i dialed blind and alone
just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
now the deserts are in flames
and the bandages are the same
and the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels
and if it ain`t your time to go
then you`d better stay put for now
cuz anybody gotta put their hand
upon the hand of the clock
like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt