Текст песни Theatre Of Tragedy - The New Man
Theatre Of Tragedy - The New Man слова песни
Broken bottles, and a broken noseNo reason not to lounge in a poseI could stand in shade light and laugh at youYou were wrong - it`s happened to you tooThis is the new circuitTell me of your pain`Shove you around?`, now close the doorThis is not loveThis is my sort of softly touching youA Brownian motion of whacks on your face`Who are you?`Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suitHe`s a laugh, it`s him and Jim and his prostituteGold teeth spat out onto the concrete streetGet into the car with its vinyl seatsThis is the new circuitTell me of your pain`Shove you around?`, now close the doorThis is not loveThis is my sort of softly touching youA Brownian motion of whacks on your face`who are you?`This is not the new man`who are you?`This is not the new manThis is not love