Этот город оборванным ветром развеет, Это время вчерашних плохих новостей. Мы идём словно тени навстречу грозе. Сколько стоит наш день неспокойствия стен
Last night I had a dream That I'd done things differently And I'd let you go back to Chicago Where the lake is clear and wide You can't see the other
译文: 爱丽丝. 雨城.
译文: 爱丽丝. 市休.
译文: 孔雀，爱丽丝. 天使之城.
译文: 男孩. 爱丽丝在市.
: I ain't got a name I don't gotta face No fingerprints or DNA I ain't got no eyes I don't got a tongue But I know what's going on I'm deaf and dumb
: Well, here you are Lying bleeding on a grimy street See the broken glass sparkling darkly As it cuts your feet Smell the rottingy stench The rancid
: We must complete the trip Try not to lose your grip No sight of solid ground and never look straight down Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper your claustrophobic
: There it stands way up high A million bodies piled to the sky Arms and legs, feet and hands Impossible to understand Countless heads, ears and eyes
: I don't drink tea Or white chablis I sit around and watch tv Don't send flowers Or take showers But I'll be there to pull your weeds Oh yeah I don'
: When I go to the show All I see on the screen Is a stream of pure vulgarity I wrote down a note Complained for a day To the House of Representatives
: You were so beautiful Like a child so young and full of life Seems a hundred years ago You saw everything So much more tragedy than good You even watched
: Now I don't know but I've been told There's a nun having fun and she lost her soul She's got cash, she got laid Now she's dealin' with me and she's
: I'm not a Buddha boy I'm not a Muslim man I'm not a Christian or a Jew I'm not a Mormon freak I'm not a Catholic geek And I'm nothing at all like
: I'm in control I got a bulletproof soul And I'm full of self-esteem I invented myself with no one's help I'm a prototype supreme I sit on my private
: I never kicked a dog, A child or my wife I never looked at pornography I swear it on my holy saint mother's life But somehow she's down here with me
: I wanna tell you a story It happened long ago About a redneck boy Down from tupelo I got the slick black hair I played a rock guitar I liked to shake
