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Текст (слова) песни: mott the hoople - The Moon Upstairs
(ian hunter/mick ralphs)
Well my brother he was a drinking man
And I asked him for release
He said this wont do you no good
And sent for the police
Well they busted me for nothing
Cos they said I was insane
So they let my body go
But they locked away my brain
Well I wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings
And I hated them and they hated me and I hated everthing
And I realise that to survive well my body is not mine
And I feel neglected feel rejected
Living in the wrong time
And to those of you who always laugh
Let this be your epitaph
And my head is down and Im called a clown by comedians that grace
The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space
But I swear to you before were though youre gonna feel our every blow
We aint bleeding you were feeding you but youre too f*cking slow
And to those of you who always laugh
Let this be your epitaph
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