Текст песни Xtc - The Disappointed
Xtc - The Disappointed слова песни
The disappointedAll shuffle round in circlesTheir placards look the sameWith a picture and a nameOf the ones who broke their heartsThe disappointedAll congregate at my houseTheir voices sob with griefThat they want to be chiefOf the tribe with broken heartsOnce, I had no sympathyFor those destroyed and thrown away by loveSeems, your ring upon my fingerSignifies that I`ve become the spokesman of...The disappointedWill bear me on their shouldersTo a secret shadow landWhere a sombre marching bandPlays a tune for broken heartsAnd day grows darker nowEverywhere, everywhereThe disappointedAre coming in their millionsThey`re spilling from the busAt a monument to usMade of bits of broken heartThe disappointedAre growing every secondThey blot the sun to blackAt the bottom of the packI`m the king of broken hearts