Текст песни Terry Allen - Doll
Terry Allen - Doll слова песни
From the east side of ChicagoTo the down side of L.A.There`s no place that he goesWe don`t bow down to him and prayYeah we follow him to the slaughterWe go through the fire and ashCause he`s the doll inside our dollarsOur Lord and Savior Jesus CashChorus:AH WE BLOW HIM UPINFLATEDAND WE LET HIM DOWNDEPRESSEDWE PLAY WITH HIMFOREVERHE`S OUR DOLLAND WE LOVE HIM BESTFrom the stress of New York CityTo the death cults of D.C.There`s nothing quite so prettyAs what he offers to you and meSo we kneel down at the altarOf the Church of the Bought and SoldAnd pray the doll he does not falterAnd makes us rich before we get oldChorus repeatsFrom the side streets of New OrleansTo the dead beats by the bayThe chat rooms are all aжЉЊuzzinWith our wishes for the dayAnd the money changers come howlinThrough the temple of our needsWhile the doll is out there prowlinAnd holds the notes on all our dreamschorus repeats