Текст песни Jethro Tull - Law of The Bungle
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The tiger flashes sharpened teeth.Bowler-hatted; summer briefsBeneath his pinstriped skin.To kill demands a business sense;Economy moves non-residenceApproaching from down-wind.Being a tiger means you laughWhenever lesser tigers haveTo eat meat thats infected.Being a tiger means your mateWhen overfed will defecateIn places least expected.Knowing a tiger means you mustAccept his promise of mutual trustAnd offer him your throat.Loving a tiger means you takeSecond place to the cake you bakeAnd with undying servile obedienceKeep the stiffly starched collarOf his conference shirt spotlessAnd remove daily the daubed bloodyEvidence of his dastardly misdeedsFrom the otherwise immaculate eleganceOf his pinstripe tiger coat.Period.