Текст песни Robin Williamson - The Man In the Van
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by Robin WilliamsonHis mother told me everythingShe had every reason to lieDown there in the laundromantLike his life was tumbling dryBorn to be a fighterWith nothing to attackThey put sugar in his coffeeAnd a t-shirt on his backAnd they signed it with a penNow they`ve got him in ambulanceAnd he`ll never fight againChorus:Nothing in his pockets andNothing in his handThat man in the vanOut there in the desertWith the dinosaur bluesWith a suitcase full of earvaxand pencils in his shoesThe streets were full of marionettesAnd their eyes like bloodIt was raining crucifixesTo the tune of Billy BuudGoing to Los CrucesTo breathe that magic airThey`ve got a few shocks for himWhen he gets thereGood morning to you Dr. VardenGood morning to you if you pleaseThere`s many go begging your pardonWhile they`re dying by degreesThe gates of hell were openThere was no one there insideThey were all out in Los CrucesGiving their hogs a rideWith clean white jacketsAnd their eyes like glassMaybe he`ll learn to take it slowAnd let it pass