Текст песни G.B.H. - Iroquois
G.B.H. - Iroquois слова песни
Well we`re all packed up and we`re Iroquois bound,tuning our ears for the F.M. sound.We got a million problems, we`re on our way,44th, New York, U.S.A.That big crazy city don`t blink an eye,anytime we pass by.It just keeps strechting up so high,like a rocket, shooting, to the sky.Iroquois ! Iroquois !Special Branch got their feelers out,our names and addresses `cos we`re in doubt.Down the corridor, keep in lane,find the worst seats on the plane.Find a tacky statue three inches high,dirty rain falls from a dirty sky.On the corner of the street there`s a big black fella` ..trying to sell me an umberalla.Get the Kraut boys round for a smoke an` a beer,there`s gotta be a pizza delivery near.Call the barf patrol, there`s a stain on the floor,a weeks P.D`s for the bathroom floor.