Текст песни Warren Zevon - Sacrificial Lambs
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We`re having a partyWe`re burning it downWe`re building an idolHe`s sad but he don`t frownHe`s the cream of the cropSo we`re making him godStart writing this downWhen I give you the nodThem Coptic monksKnew how to keep it realThat Zoroastrian thingThat Rosicrucian dealWell, they might be wrongThey don`t give a damnLong as they don`t run outOf sacrificial lambsEat my dustAnd I`ll clean your clockEat my dustAnd we`ll reel and rockEat my dustAnd I`ll be your manYou can be mySacrificial lambMadame BlavanskyAnd her friendsChanged lead into goldAnd back againKrishnamurti said,"I`ll set you freeWrite a checkand make it out to me"Take a lookAt my family treeEvery brother and sisterWants something for freeYou get what pay forFrom me, my friendNothing for nothingForever, amenEat my dustYou can touch my stoleEat my dustAnd we`ll rock and rollEat my dustAnd I`ll be your manYou can be mySacrificial lambSmokey and the BanditAnd Saddam HusseinWere staying up lateAnd acting insaneAlong with Russell CroweAnd Hafez AssadStart taking this downWhen I give you the nodThe boys are all readyThey`ve laid out the plansThey`re setting the stageFor the man-made manWe`ve worked out the kinksIn your DNASo sayonara, kidHave a nice dayEat my dustAnd I`ll clean your clockDo everything I tell youAnd then we`ll talkEat my dustAnd I`ll be your manYou can be mySacrificial lamb