Текст песни Tin Machine - Betty Wrong
Tin Machine - Betty Wrong слова песни
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)Till the sun blisters and spraysAnd every lamb ceases to grazeWhen the kiss of the combTears my face from the boneCHORUSI`ll be your lightWhen the shadows fall down the wallThen life will be doneAnd it just won`t matter at allI was carved from a handNurtured on grime, goodwill and screamsNow your breath fills my stepNow there is you till life is goneCHORUSI`ll roll your ballTill the stars can`t make me cryThen life will be doneAnd it just won`t matter at allNot at allWhen the kiss of the combTears my face------------------------------------------------------------------------------