Текст песни John Wesley Harding - Its All My Fault
John Wesley Harding - Its All My Fault слова песни
Theres pollen flying down the holland tunnelAnd the hotels full of mud and unmade clayThere are rumours coasting in on fumes and vaporsAnd theres no more gas for anyone todayTheres an earthquake where the milkshakes are perfectionAnd a tv that we leave on all the dayTheres apostrophes for anyone who needs themAnd quotation marks round everything you sayAnd its all your faultIm sorry that I wrote this songIts all your fault, its all my faultIt wont be longTheres some rifle sights high on the eiffel towerTrying to pick off anyone whos french"youre spoilt for choice" a voice calls down from heaven"so shoot someone or get back on the bench"Theres a supermarket where the ark is groundedIn frozen foods, we feel the wind and snowTheres a two for one deal at the checkoutAll thats yet to come is priced to goAnd its all your faultIm sorry that I wrote this songIts all your fault, its all my faultIt wont be longAnd your details are for sale like sacred relicsAnd your real name has already been usedFace to face sounds mostly like an echoAnd when we touch feels mostly like a bruiseAnd its all your faultIm sorry that I wrote this songIts all your fault, its all my faultIt wont be long