Текст песни The Smiths - RUSHOLME RUFFIANS (BBC)
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The last night of the fair By the big wheel generator A boy is stabbed And his money is grabbed And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine She is Famous She is Funny An engagement ring Doesn`t mean a thing To a mind consumed by brass (money) And though I walk home alone Though I walk home alone My faith in love is still devout The last night of the fair From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It`s a hideous trait (on her mother`s side)From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye A hideous trait (on her mother`s side) And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ... But my faith in love is still devout Then someone falls in love And someone`s beaten up Someone`s beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And someone falls in love And someone`s beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ...... But my faith in love is still devout This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She says : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"La ... This is the last night of the fair And the grease on the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She says : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) And though I walk home alone Though I walk home alone My faith in love is still devout Though I walk home alone My faith in love is still devout Though I walk home alone My faith in love is still devout