Текст песни Elvis Costello - The Peoples Limousine
Elvis Costello - The Peoples Limousine слова песни
Its a chilly florentine eveningTwo men in evening hatsTelling tales of the underground andFishing for redsPolicemen armed with uzisStand guard but they dont speakAint seen no michaeangeloHell be here next week.The girl in the shoesWith the crystal heels went chaperoned by her brotherThey raise a glass of amber wineTake pictures of each otherOf the policemen in the fountainsAnd the sickle and the hammerAnd they came with uncle romulusWith his walking cane and cameraShe looked like someones girlfriendShe looked like a dreamShe looked as unlikelyAs the peoples limousine.Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of youHush your mouth and cover your eyes for Ill tell your father of youHe paid to have you painted in the company of angelsOnly to find you flirting anew with chico marx and perverted engelsThe patron saint of television smiles down from the shelfRomulus cant criticize but he cant bless himselfHe has a tin of pea-green paint and a big roll of black tapeTo vandalize these obscenities then make his escapeShe walked up to the nice policeman and asked him for a matchHe saw romulus approaching and slipped off the safety catchThen cut down her uncle, he was painted red and greenJust as she was kidnapped in the peoples limousine.