Текст песни Elvis Costello - Little Palaces
Elvis Costello - Little Palaces слова песни
In chocolate town all the trains are painted brownOn the silver paper of the wrapperTheres a dapper little manAnd he wears a wax moustacheThat he twists with nicotine fingersAs he drops his cigarette ashAnd someone comes and sweeps it upAnd then he doffs his capAnd theres a rat in someones bedroomAnd theyre shutting someones trapAnd theyll soon be pulling down the little palacesAnd the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the presentAnd the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent.And theyre moving problem families from the south up to the north,Mothers crying over some soft soap opera divorce,And you say you didnt do it, but you know you did of course,And theyll soon be pulling down the little palaces.Its like shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,Like a picture of prince william in the arms of john the pope.Theres a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,The sedated homes of england, are theirs to vandalize.So you knock the kids about a bit, because theyve got your name,And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.And they feel like knocking down the little palaces.Youre the twinkle in your daddys eye, a name you spray and scribble,You made the girls all turn their heads, and in turn they made you miserable.To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the invisible.So you knock the kids about a bit, because theyve got your name,And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.And they feel like knocking down the little palaces.