Текст песни Sleeper - Dress Like Your Mother
Sleeper - Dress Like Your Mother слова песни
Fridays gym and sundays grimHe sees an analyst on tuesday morningShes no happier than himShe only likes to hear her own voice talkingOh well have you seen her faceSoaked in hype and foolishnessThey say when you upped and leftYour parents didnt even notice50 years to go ooh la laAnd it seems to me that youre all dead alreadyWifey works on style magsThin girls with bruises in her picturesHalfway down she lost herselfI think they call it butterfingersOh well its a cosy placeOccasional domestic flare upsOh well have you seen her faceShe actually believes in haircutsYou sold your old punk recordsRead the book insteadYou lost your sense of humourBut you kept the queen is deadYou dont look yourselfYou dress like your mother