Tytuł: Bed o roses no 9

• Wykonawca: Ian Dury
• Wyświetleń: 348

  
   I’ve done a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
  There’s other things I never hope to do
  But sliding off the map in both directions
  Is the sorry mess i’ve made of knowing you
  
  I’ve seen a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
  There’s other things I never hope to see
  But no-one left alive could paint a picture
  Of the mess that knwoing you has made of me
  
  I knew it wouldn’t be a bed of roses
  I’ve seen the bloody grind that love entails
  But one door shuts and then anotehr closes
  And now i’m on a bloody bed of nails
  
  Been told a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
  There’s other things I never hope to know
  But sliding off the scale of least remeberance
  Is the way you chose to tell me where to go
  
  I’ve been a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
  There’s other things I never hope to be
  But no-one left alive could tell the story
  Of the mess that knowing you has made of me
  
  I knew it might turn out to be a schtumer
  Nothing would surprise me anymore
  You robbed me of my natural sense of humour
  And then you nailed my bollocks to the door
  And you nailed my poor cojones to the door