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Tytuł: Eggs On Plate

  • Wykonawca: Iggy Pop
  • Wy¶wietleń: 246
Oh Lord I got eggs on my plate
  I got em Damn right
  I got four walls I live here
  Hey I live here
  Now this big Jew-man uptown
  He told me one day
  He said, heh boy
  You look at that house On the hill
  That cost a hundred thousand dollars
  You could be up there
  You know what?
  I'll put you on the hit parade
  Everybody will know your name
  Iggyyyyy
  But man Heh Solomon
  Who does my name belong to then?
  What have I got? Four walls
  What have I got? Four walls
  I thank you Lord
  I thank you Lord above this orange carpet
  And the ceiling above it
  Who left Murph the Surf On my ceiling?
  Iggyyyyyyyyyyyy
  Now here we go boys
  Hahahahahah a ah hahahaha!
  Four walls Four walls
  Here I go
  I'm looking for love again
  I'm looking for love
  I'm runnin from friend to friend
  I'm looking for love in the wine
  I'm looking for love
  In anybody I can find
  Thank you God
  For these four walls I love
  But are they secure?
  Heh God! Are you above?
  Then tell me who let that fucking door half open?
  Oh Lord I got something
  I'll tell you what I got, boys, I got this
  Four walls, Three walls,
  two walls, Four walls
  But they can't talk Four walls
  But they can't talk Four walls
  But they can't talk Four walls
  But if they could talk What would they say?
  They'd say heh Nash the slash
  Why did you leave your sticker on my
  Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite
  In James Dean's head bed?