Текст песни Spirit Of The West - Armstrong And The Guys
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(Kelly/Mann)High above the cloudsBring on the trolleyRelease three loonsFor a screw-top redAnd as we watch the Earth diminshWill it linger on the finish?Rest`s assured when the bottle`s deadWe`ll leave a jet-trail across the skyJust like Armstrong and the guysVapour trail against the blueI`d get off on getting higherIs it over the Moon for the frequent flyer?Straight to the arms of...Jezebel, I hear you wellOr is it Gabriel? I can never tellAnd the question`s growing`Cause it`s not knowingWhen it`s coming, where I`m goingI`ve got a souvenirI`ll take it with meI`m going to bringThe backdoor keyIn case God lets me downI`ll have a place to hang aroundIt`s my old hauntOn my own streetI`ll be returning from the skyJust like Armstrong and the guysWatching over all of youIf in the driveA locksmith`s vanThere ruining my planStraight to the arms of...