Текст песни David Sylvian - Jean The Birdman
David Sylvian - Jean The Birdman слова песни
He gambles on the saddleHes pulling on the maneHe thrashes on the horses backAmbition is a bloody gameHorse doesnt want to jumpThe river looks too wideWell he faces every hurdleWith a nervous state of mind"stay with me, breathe deeplyTake three passes backTurn and make a full attack"The gods are laughingAnd theyre tugging at the reinsBut hes taken to his wingsAnd they hit the bankHeaven may stone himBut jean the birdman pulls it offHis fingers on the triggerHis eye is on the clockHe doesnt give the game awayAnd quickly fires the bullets offSix hearts cut shortStill dreaming theyre aliveBlown round in dusty circlesLike an absent state of mindWho hunter? who victim? God love americaHe surely doesnt love himHitching out of nowhereLines of traffic knee deepA chance to stave the morning offAnd get some sleepHeaven may stone himBut jean the birdman pulls it offHe wears a crucifixHis mother left to himIts wrapped in chains around his heartRusted and wafer thin"dont count on luck son"All the angels sing"dont need to check a weathervaneWe all know what tomorrow brings"Life is a cattle farmCoyotes with the mulesLife is a bullringFor taking risks and flouting rulesWho needs a safety netThe world is open wideJust look out for card sharksAnd the danger signsHeaven may stone himBut jean the birdman pulls it off