Текст песни Motorhead - Desperate For You
Motorhead - Desperate For You слова песни
What`s up? What`s up? What`s up motherfucker?I think I call your bluffWho`s there? Who`s there?I think I know, but I don`t think I careCame in on the Flyer honey, 1952.I ain`t for hire for money so I`ll tell you what I`ll doI`m gonna be a gangster, a gangster of loveI might not be Al Capone, but I think I`ll be quite goodI`m all I got right now, so what are we gonna doI think I`m a desperado, desperate for youWay cool. Way cool.I don`t talk like this, but I like to bend the rules.Too bad, it`s too bad.To think of the face of a man whose woman you hadCame in on the Silver Streak, 1964.I ain`t for hire for money, but it sure beats being poorI`m gonna be an outlaw, just like Jesse JamesRob all of your banksAnd the occasional trainAnd if Bobby Ford should shoot me, I know just what you`d doThat`s why I`m a desperado, desperate for you.I`m gonna blow your brains out, just like Sirhan SirhanYou might not remember him, but believe me I sure canGonna be a national hero, gonna be a household nameGonna be like a roaring wind, like a hurricaneYou`ll never see it coming, might not hear it tooYou know I`m a desperado, desperate for youDesperate man, you know that`s meBabyNobody knows the trouble I`ve seenBut it can be arranged