Текст песни Jim Carroll - Hairshirt Fracture
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It`s a garbage truck hour, I`m sleeping in the showerI`m feeling like I`m waiting on a trainBy the sounds from my bed I think somebody`s bledAll over something someone`s keeping cleanI don`t need anything, just make it brightthen turn it lowYou don`t need more than meYou could live right there beneath the stairsI`ve done it, I`ve said all I can, I`ve reached the endNow you must learn to bendBend to the floor, taste the coreYou`re not going nowhereleave the money right thereI feel the arrow sticking in my earWe owe so much we pawned Now watch the power come undoneI`m standing on my head to watch the day just drift awayThis city always makes the same mistakes, asleep or awakeI`m sick of waking up inside white balloonsInside of blue balloonsNew York air is sweet tonightthere`s no stars but that`s all rightI`m breathingI feel you through your fearPull the arrow from my earTonight we`ll take a different way homeThey say the fire burns but won`t consumeBut it does consumeYou`re slick, you shoplift What`s left of my brainYou haven`t changedThis city always makes the same mistakes, it`s just like meIt always breaks in two I`m sick of me for being sick of youWe`ll take a gypsy cab to heaven or hellTime will tell