Текст песни Elton John - Passengers
Elton John - Passengers слова песни
Deny the passenger, who want to get onDeny the passenger, who want to get onDeny the passenger, who want to get onWant to get onHe want to get onWant to get onHe want to get onTo make a chain of foolsYou need a matching pairOne hypocritical foolAnd a crowd that`s never thereThere`s anger in the silenceThere`s wheels upon the jailA black train built of bonesOn a copper railCompany conductorYou need the salt of tearsFalling on a ticketThat no one`s used in yearsNon-commercial nativeIt`s tattooed in your veinsYou`re living in a blood bankAnd riding on this trainThe spirit`s free, but you always findPassengers stand and wait in lineSomeone in front and someone else behindBut passengers always wait in line