Текст песни Steve Harley - 49th Parallel
Steve Harley - 49th Parallel слова песни
Chorus: think Ill have lines on my faceWhen I get out of this placeSo I guess Ill be ever so carefullIt wouldnt help to denyIm well advised to complyBy the rules or be ever so tearfulI caught a vulture, he came up behind meI put a chain on his clawsI caught another - been trying to find meI slit a vein in his jawsTied the two of them up with guitar-strings (only fed them a bone)Grinned and put my hands in my pocketsTo drift away to a land of my ownChorus: think Ill have lines on my faceWhen I get out of this placeSo I guess Ill be ever so carefullIt wouldnt help to denyIm well advised to complyBy the rules or be ever so tearfulWe played a game of cowards and heroesWe lay the rules on the floorBut then we spoke of flowers and quirosIt ended up in a drawBut all the time they were bound and belittledI wouldnt let them go . go, go !I only want to use them for skittlesAnd drift away to a land of my ownThey were begging over and over;"if we behave can we feed ? "Began to throw them piece of cloverAnd said;"now count the leaves !"I realised it was only a battleAnd went to look for the war (haw ! haw !)My brains began then to rattleAnd drift away to a land of their own