Текст песни black frank - Calistan
black frank - Calistan слова песни
I took three days to drive down one streetThe radio on, tuned to the big fleetInvisible planes are cracking the concreteThat`s just what some people sayI put down my blanket on Cigarette Butt BeachI saw the old man, he was doing OKHe`s making his last standOn old bottles and cans`Round there, Calistan wayUsed to be sixteen lanesUsed to be Nuevo SpainUsed to be Juan WayneUsed to be MexicoUsed to be NavajoUsed to be yippy-yay-I don`t knowWent in from the weather when I got wheezyI play some pachinko I play pachisiAnd St. Anne is still making it breezyIn the valley of tar that once was L.A.And my best friend he`s the king of karaokeHe struck up a cord and he took it awayOut of the panAnd into Japan`Round there, Calistan wayUsed to be sixteen lanesUsed to be Juan WayneUsed to be MexicanUsed to be Espano NuevoUsed to be NavajoUsed to be yippy-yay-I don`t know