Текст (слова) песни: Robin Williamson - The Man In the Van
by Robin Williamson
His mother told me everything She had every reason to lie Down there in the laundromant Like his life was tumbling dry Born to be a fighter With nothing to attack They put sugar in his coffee And a t-shirt on his back And they signed it with a pen Now they`ve got him in ambulance And he`ll never fight again
Chorus: Nothing in his pockets and Nothing in his hand That man in the van
Out there in the desert With the dinosaur blues With a suitcase full of earvax and pencils in his shoes The streets were full of marionettes And their eyes like blood It was raining crucifixes To the tune of Billy Buud Going to Los Cruces To breathe that magic air They`ve got a few shocks for him When he gets there
Good morning to you Dr. Varden Good morning to you if you please There`s many go begging your pardon While they`re dying by degrees The gates of hell were open There was no one there inside They were all out in Los Cruces Giving their hogs a ride With clean white jackets And their eyes like glass Maybe he`ll learn to take it slow And let it pass
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