Текст песни Bloom On - Ricco
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Ricco was a junky, mean when junks effected,he had a secret yearning for the women he protected.But he had also just to pay, a treasure every weekto Johnny who supplied hot-stuff, needed for been sick.Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight.Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight.Now, Johnny was a dealer, with some red-faded bootshe brayed to the bums around him "Get this dummy pooch"He saw his leather-feathered hat thrown away by a shot,he said "Hey Johnny cool it down, it only just a rot"Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight.Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight.Now, Ricco`s on the Heaven, he no more needs no stuffhe`s breathing now hot fresh air, he`s no more tricks or bluff.He keeps an eye on Johnny`s way, surrounded by his gals,He feels no hate, he feels no joy, he even has no pals.Oh, what a beautiful sight, what a beautiful sight.Far away from the sinful delight, from that sinful delight.