Текст песни The Auteurs - IDIOT BROTHER
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They were hanging onFor grim lifeThey were clutchingat strawsThey were sureThat the ship was at portThey were keen philosophersThey were keen on hurtThey were like A pair of dumb dogsRolling in the dirt(ThatзЈ— ) you and Your idiot brotherWaiting in the wingWhich one holds up the otherWhich one pulls the stringOne bite of the appleOne chop at the treeIn your wordas good as your bondYour stammer, your honestyYou could have it for freeBecause nothing worksFor no-oneAnd that wonзЈ? workfor meNothing worksFor no-one at allNo-one works for freeWe weregetting on famouslyI was doing my bitThey got no claim on meSo send me a writI was walkingAround your houseIn the middle of the nightHome medicine eroticaIs your prescription right?I want to kill your sisterWitch some business adviceNever question your loyaltyOn the telephone lineAnd what aboutour fat friendWith the golden earUpped and leftTurned downyour best shotNow youзЈ–e in arrears