Текст песни Smiths, The - Rusholme Ruffians (BBC)
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The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is Famous
She is Funny
An engagement ring
Doesn`t mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)
And though I walk home alone
Though I walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It`s a hideous trait (on her mother`s side)
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
A hideous trait (on her mother`s side)
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
... But my faith in love is still devout
Then someone falls in love
And someone`s beaten up
Someone`s beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone`s beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
... But my faith in love is still devout
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She says : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
La ...
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease on the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She says : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
And though I walk home alone
Though I walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
Though I walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
Though I walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout