Текст песни Matthew Good Band - Prime Time Deliverance
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The red, red lipsOf some secret solutionThe Central Intelligence AgencyHas a file that`s a mile longer than peaceShe`s naked on the phoneWatching them backNo eyes, just their stupid grinsThey long to be liberal mannequinsAnd in their tiny roomThey eat Chinese foodAnd they don`t call their wivesCause the girl in the window isPressing her breasts up against the window paneThe guy they`re after on the floor below her isCutting cocaineHigher than the buildingA one way tripWhoever thought she`d missThe ins and outs of oxygenThe darkest side of the biggest goddamn rideYou`ve ever been onHer mother loves that showEven though she never gets the answers rightIt`s easier to play alongSometimes more than being wrongThey found her in her roomWearing a pink bunny suitAnd sour cherry lipstickHanging from the closet doorHer eyes were wide maybe to despiseMaybe just to look into your Headlight, morning glowHeadlighht, morning glowAnd this is it, this is itPrime time deliveranvePrime time deliveranceAnd this is it, this is itPrime time deliveranvePrime time That you have and you holdIf you have then you holdThat you have and you holdIf you have then you holdThat you have and you holdIf you have then you holdIf you have then you holdAnd she says the best thing you can doIs hang around for a while