Tytuł: The new man

• Wykonawca: Theatre Of Tragedy
• Wyświetleń: 299

Broken bottles, and a broken nose
   No reason not to lounge in a pose
   I could stand in shade light and laugh at you
   You were wrong - it’s happened to you too
  
   This is the new circuit
   Tell me of your pain
   'Shove you around?', now close the door
   This is not love
   This is my sort of softly touching you
   A Brownian motion of whacks on your face
   'Who are you?'
  
   Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suit
   He’s a laugh, it’s him and Jim and his prostitute
   Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street
   Get into the car with its vinyl seats
  
   This is the new circuit
   Tell me of your pain
   'Shove you around?', now close the door
   This is not love
   This is my sort of softly touching you
   A Brownian motion of whacks on your face
   'who are you?'
   This is not the new man
   'who are you?'
   This is not the new man
   This is not love