Текст (слова) песни: Elliott Smith - When I Paint My Masterpiece
oh, the streets of rome are filled with rubble, ancient footprints are everywhere you can almost think that you`re seein` double on a cold, dark night on the spanish stairs got to hurry on back to my hotel room, where i`ve got me a date with botticelli`s niece she promised that she`d be right there with me when i paint my masterpiece oh, the hours I`ve spent inside the coliseum, dodging lions and wastin` time oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, i could hardly stand to see `em, yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb train wheels runnin` through the back of my memory, when i ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody when i paint my masterpiece sailin` `round the world in a dirty gondola. oh, to be back in the land of coca-cola! i left rome and landed in brussels, on a plane ride so bumpy that i almost cried clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin` muscles, everyone was there to greet me when i stepped inside newspapermen eating candy when i had to be held down by big police someday, everything is gonna be diff`rent when i paint my masterpiece
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