Текст песни Legendary Pink Dots - The Gallery
Legendary Pink Dots - The Gallery слова песни
My building`s full of little holes with heads in,staring at the street.They sometimes topple forwards,then stick at one another,passing freaks.They rarely speak and though I don`t feed them--still they keep their double (their quadruple) chins.Their garbage bins are emptied each day.By night waiting with lights off, their cats out,their wives in-- they`re PEEPING!They`re peeping at the methylated man who spits in a can,spreads his hands for silver,pans for gutter gold.He mutters old forgotten songs his father taught him,rolls on the floor.He rolls in alcoves,gets caught in waterfalls down rotting walls.(He`s bored.)My friends applaud, throw pennies and wait. . .peeping from the gallery.