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Текст (слова) песни: John Hiatt - I Killed an Ant With My Guitar
I killed an ant
With my guitar
Underneath romantic indiana stars
He was a fool
I was so cruel
The power of music is no tool
So I hit him in the head
And now hes dead
I killed him there
By the front door
Well it was something he was really asking for
He was a chump
It was no bump
Or any ordinary lump
No I squashed his little head
And now hes dead
Well Im sure he had a family
Some children and a pretty wife
And Im sure he worked like the devil
Ah, who was I to take his tiny life
But...
I killed an ant
With my guitar
Underneath romantic indiana stars
He was a fool
I was so cruel
The power of music aint no tool
So I bopped him in the head (not quite sure here..bopped makes about
And now hes dead the only sense)
La, la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la
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