Текст песни Syd Barret - No Mans Land
Syd Barret - No Mans Land слова песни
Tell me, tell meDont, if you? Stop that, that just upset yourselfListen, listen, if you ask in personIll stick to the joke, you knowYelling and sceaming, help me!All that in the afternoon, for that matterSo shed asked if we could stay with graceMaybe a day or a couple of weeksYou know, until tuesdayPick up my mushroomsClean my skin upPick up some tissuePick up the productionIts all fine! you knowAnd she served the wineAnd cups for 3 or 4 peopleAnd that nonsenseGracie do her song, heavily spacedAll the pink shine on warExplodes from beneathDont you would ratherBe out the front door sometimeLong ago instead of beingCooped up like a catched rat?