Текст (слова) песни: Paper Chase, The - The Sinking Ship, The Grand Applause
Grandfather burned up to ash and returned to the earth which spawned This nefarious prank that’s controlled by the length of his arms And the kindred is gathered by coffin and chaplain on his behalf And a discreet tender man clears his throat, waves his hand following a laugh And the band plays on
Like a fat baby’s birth like a cry and curse at the breathing space While the mother rejoices ten fingers ten toes and a handsome face And the family is gasping each one can’t help asking, “How was it my dear?” Like a scorn for the born that was torn And deformed for the next cruel years And the band plays on
So I’ll cut you all open and see what’s inside you or what’s missing While this virgin your daughter skirt down the altar She don’t owe you a goddamn thing Cause she’s gorgeous I’ll take her to the house by the lake where I write her a song While you fat pigs with call-girls They dance in the ballrooms shaking their wallets at god And the notes fill the pages as I scramble to paste up my bleeding heart And this sick song moves on if you’re lucky lifelong you can sing a part As it falls apart
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