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Текст (слова) песни: Judas Priest - Raw Deal
I made a spike about nine oclock on a saturday
All eyes hit me as I walked into the door
Then ? ? ? and then the guys were fooling in the demin dudes
A couple cards played rough stuff, new york, fire island
I cased the joint, straining at the scenes
I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin
I snapped the smile off his face and scowled give me a bourbon
The mirror on the wall was collecting and reflecting
All the heavy bodies ducking, stealing eager for some action
The scene screwed me up, I saw some contact
Then the big boys, saw me and knew that
Id had too much, floating around
Statues alive, seconds are hours
Sacks like a hurricane, wrapped in and shattered
I was barely holding on to this flying body symphony
I guess I dream in pictures, not colors
The true free expression I demand is human rights - right
I gave my life, I am immortal
Im going, no loss
Im going, no loss
Im going, no loss
Im going, no loss
Nightmare, just a bunch of goddamn, rotten, steaming, raw
Deal
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