Текст песни Michael Penn - Half Harvest
Michael Penn - Half Harvest слова песни
I don`t care that you won`t quit this notionof burying the carnivalbut what the hell is in your potionthat`s made you so dull?So I cannot make a blind from sawdustmuch less a cool millennium, but I`dmuch rather feel the heat of Augustthan be sheltered and numb So move out of your bed of roses, now I`m putting in a bed of nails, `cause missiles, guns and rubber hoses will land me in jailThis paradise is slowly crumblingfrom here to Wilshire Boulevardbut the rubble over which you are stumblingjust isn`t that hardWhat did you do with all that grace, now?what did you do with all my wine?what makes you think that just `cause you dress brightit means that you shine? So move out of your bed of roses now I`m putting in a bed of nails `cause when this whole production closes this innocence fails (and weren`t we supposed to)SHINE...like half harvest never shoneSHINE...like half harvest never known.