Текст песни Elvis Costello - Man Out of Time
Elvis Costello - Man Out of Time слова песни
So this is where he came to hideWhen he ran from youIn a private detectives overcoatAnd dirty dead mans shoesThe pretty things of knightsbridgeLying for a minister of stateIs a far cry from the nod and winkHere at traitors gatecause the high heel he used to be has been ground downAnd he listens for the footsteps that would follow him aroundTo murder my love is a crimeBut will you still loveA man out of timeTheres a tuppeny hapenny millionaireLooking for a fourpenny oneWith a tight grip on the short hairsOf the public imaginationBut for his private wife and kids somehowReal life becomes a rumourDays of dutch courageJust three french letters and a german sense of humourHes got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridgeHe stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege(chorus)The biggest wheels of industryRetire sharp and shortAnd the after dinner overturesAre nothing but an after thoughtSomebodys creeping in the kitchenTheres a reputation to be madeWhose nerves are always on a knifes edgeWhos up late polishing the bladeLove is always scarpering or cowering or fawningYou drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning(chorus)