Текст песни John Wesley Harding - It`s All My Fault
John Wesley Harding - It`s All My Fault слова песни
There`s pollen flying down The Holland TunnelAnd the hotel`s full of mud and unmade clayThere are rumours coasting in on fumes and vaporsAnd there`s no more gas for anyone todayThere`s an earthquake where the milkshakes are perfectionAnd a tv that we leave on all the dayThere`s apostrophes for anyone who needs themAnd quotation marks round everything you say And it`s all your fault I`m sorry that I wrote this song It`s all your fault, it`s all my fault It won`t be longThere`s some rifle sights high on The Eiffel TowerTrying to pick off anyone who`s french"You`re spoilt for choice" a voice calls down from heaven"So shoot someone or get back on the bench"There`s a supermarket where the ark is groundedIn frozen foods, we feel the wind and snowThere`s a two for one deal at the checkoutAll that`s yet to come is priced to go And it`s all your fault I`m sorry that I wrote this song It`s all your fault, it`s all my fault It won`t 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 bruise And it`s all your fault I`m sorry that I wrote this song It`s all your fault, it`s all my fault It won`t be long