Текст песни The Walkabouts - Bones of Contention
The Walkabouts - Bones of Contention слова песни
Well the fires are tendedAnd my blood it just boils(Hey there pass your hat) And the fruits of hard laborHave been drowned in snake oil(Hey there pass your hat) The dead are thin Their houses fatOnce you steal you can`t give backFrom the scaffold greed explodesDown to nothingDown where nothing brings you down Well we`ve all been to heavenAnd we`ve all been to hell(Hey there pass your hat) And the door-to-door salesmen thereHave nothing left to sell(Hey there pass your hat) And the poison you chooseIs the source of my confusionAnd I spend all my timeTrying to figure what you`re usingWell the bones of contentionAre at the top of your stairs (Hey there pass your hat) And they`ll shake and they`ll rattle`Til somebody cares (Hey there pass your hat) The dead are thin Their houses fatOnce you steal you can`t give backFrom the scaffold greed explodesDown to nothingDown where nothing brings you down And the poison you chooseIs the source of my confusionAnd I spend all my timeTrying to figure what you`re usingPlease pass your hat X5Won`t you pass your hat