Текст песни Kristin Hersh - Gut Pageant
Kristin Hersh - Gut Pageant слова песни
That fine fever brought us hereLambasted eyeballsWhen we kiss the dirtThe orchids laughWhat a gut pageantWe could play for hoursWhat a gut pageantMeat for the flowersYou break out of a paper bagAnd wake up on the streetJust kiddingYou dont have to goI asked him why the grass is blueAnd stray boys dont go homeWhy four a.ms so screwyHe says sleep through it What a gut pageantWe could play for hoursWhat a gut pageantMeat for the flowersNot too special not too strangeJust the way I like emYou find an empty promise and stick by itNot too pretty, not too sweetJust the way I like youWhen you kiss the dirtThe orchids laugh, harder than meTell me another oneI could sit for hoursWhen anyone laughsI know Im a cowardWhat a gut pageantWe could play for hoursWhen we kiss the dirtThe orchids laugh, harder than me.