Текст песни Harper Roy - Descendants Of Smith
Harper Roy - Descendants Of Smith слова песни
He woke up in a crashing dinHalf in a dream he grabbed his swordThey smashed the door down and rushed in"What the Hell" was his last wordHe staggered out into the snowAnd left a stain that didn`t goUntil it was found in four million and threeBy descendants of SmithHis snuff box and his shoulder packWere sold in `Antiquarian`Someone else`s bric-a-bracA taste of times long since bygoneThe stain was sinking in a viceTwo feet deep in solid iceUntil it was found in four million and threeBy descendants of SmithHis blood was put in their machineWhich reproduced him at great speedEngineered a female geneAnd put them in a room to breedWith esperanto anecdotesResuscitated microdotsThe descendant of SmithRan a colony of centaursRoamed a zoo with mastodonAnd never knew of his mentors