Текст песни Residents - Tourniquet Of Roses
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The onion`s in the fatAnd the bacon`s bought the batAnd the Posie`s never even near the picture(Now where to went that rotten eggFor feelin` up my lover`s legI`ll boil him `til the begs to be a breakfast)So I`m left all aloneBecause my father fought the foamAnd now I can`t accept the pharmacy`s prescriptionSo now there is a bankWhere once a summer springRemined us of what we thought we ought to ding.a lingFor ringing ringing rocketsRoar a tub of a` lard todayAnd all that`s leftIs something elseThere is no more to sayIs no more to say now... Is no more to say...Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...sallysally@usa.net