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Текст песни Ian Hunter - Boy

Ian Hunter - Boy слова песни




(ian hunter/mick ronson)Genocidal tendencies are silly to extremeAfter all youre still quite small you dont know where youve beenYou was only swearing yesterdayOh you want to win the world awayBut now you got nothing to say-ay-ayBoy youre getting out of handYouve got to make a standSo put the coke awayBoy you got the do the showGot to let the people knowYou got the strength to stayI can see you runI can see you hideOh your heart is achingLost in a dream of what might have beenYoure the guideYoure the number oneAnd your knees are shakingStand and deliver in an endless dreamSchizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me soOnly yes-menHave a guess manWatch the spirit goBatman zips the monster as he bleedsAnd gets up on the buzz he needsAnd a kid on the street just readsAnd reads and reads and readsAnd reads and reads and readsBoy its them hard case city bluesCagney is the newsDoes the giant ring a bellBoy its the hudson east river cruiseIts the empire state buffoonsOh you know the story wellDo you have to runDo you have to hideTheres a new tomorrowYes youre a messBut youre more than lessWhen this battles wonYou can look insideOh you did not borrowYes youre the bestBut you still cant restYou know you knowThe carnival is closedYour streets alive with ghostsBut a friend says dont look backDont look back dont look roundYour vision is your fateThrough long electric nightsWhen a woman helps you writeNa na naNa na naNaNa na naNa na naCheer up mate put the dramas in the pastSee you did not have to fastEuphemism lasts and lasts and lastsAnd lasts and lasts and lastsAnd lasts and lastsBoy if youve got an axe to grindBe thankful for this timeFor it gives you what you needBoy youve got an eighty-eight to playItll tell you what to sayItll tell you when to breatheBoy take a turnpike heading westTurn the people on to beau gesteCause thats what you did the bestBoy play the pipes till theyre old and wornSing the words till they fall forlornLike the pieces of a jigsaw jetBoy dont let the earth get in your faceIts a middle-aged displaceIts the middle ages snideBoy were a million miles awayAnd to think its so insaneTake a chance on a one way rideBoy shoot a rocket clean out of your mindOh these people aint your kindNo they aint your kind at allBoy shoot a rocket clean out of your brainNo these people aint the sameYou can hear another callBoy the [other book? ] starts with [no? ]They dont show us how to growThey only show us how to winBoy the secrets in the bicycle shedAint no answers now theyre deadTo seek is a mortal sinHey you know boy let your madness be the clue

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