Текст песни Zita Swoon - Song For A Dead Singer
Zita Swoon - Song For A Dead Singer слова песни
I accept your invitationI accept your lonely truthI`ve had the informationTrickle throughSome of us like dancingA lot of us take dopeA lot of this romancing hits the floorThe rhythm of the roadAnd all these selfish clownsThe junkies and the boozeGo lover goYou`ll always wear that crownRegardless of their moodsSome Mississippi Rivertook you one bad dayWho wounds himself with roses?Who dares the saddest song?Who struggles with his lovers needs?Who dares to carry on?Stay in the spaceship you commandDon`t mind those people who pretendTo be helping one anotherThey`re just a running their own gameThey`re stuck with all their fanciesThey`re sick inside their brainThey want ot carry on and onThey want to make us payBut after all the work is doneWho minds himself and who just plays?Who wounds himself with roses?Who dares the saddest song?Who struggles with his lover`s needs?And still finds the trick to carry on?Sticks a greenback to my fretboardSkates a junkie through my brainMake a quick deliveryNever coming back again