Текст песни Elton John - Social Disease, слова песни Elton John

Текст песни Elton John - Social Disease

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My bulldog is barking in the backyardEnough to raise a dead man from his graveAnd I can`t concentrate on what I`m doingDisturbance going to crucify my daysAnd the days they get longer and longerAnd the nighttime is a time of little useFor I just get ugly and olderI get juiced on Mateus and just hang looseAnd I get bombed for breakfast in the morningI get bombed for dinner time and teaI dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good timeI`m a genuine example of a social diseaseMy landlady lives in a caravanWell that is when she isn`t in my armsAnd it seems I pay the rent in human kindnessBut my liquor also helps to grease her palmsAnd the ladies are all getting wrinklesAnd they`re falling apart at the seamsWell I just get high on tequilaAnd see visions of vineyards in my dreams

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Social Disease

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