Текст песни Steve Harley - Death Trip
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So now we`re on a death trip listen to the blood drip oozing from a curled lip ever thought of dying slowly ever thought of dying totally unholy someone`s trying to fool us maybe it`s your daughters can you hear the Walrus offering a sad solution he`s calling out for teenage revolution and "Can you think of one good reason to remain?" To you afficianados fooling with bravado to keep me on my guard-o and cause a consciousness explosion it`s getting difficult to keep my mind in motion images of sunshine lease, to make the words rhyme let me die in eight-time let me write a tale to no-one let me write a tale to make you think you`re someone and "Can you think of one good reason to remain?" Interval: We`ll grow Sweet Ipomoea To make us feel much freer Then take a pinch of Schemeland And turn it into Dreamland "Softly, Lautrec," she whispered in awe "Build me a picture of children at war"