I propped my eyes open with chemistry I've got a three hour drive and a man to see The blue bruised sky is closing in Cover up well because it looks like rain She got Tiffany earrings from a limejuice sailor Rich man, poor man, tinker, retailer Casey Jones working on the SP line Has got the union at his throat and he's running out of time So blow the man down boys Yeah blow the man down boys And the tricks that he employs Are buried in this St Luke's summer's noise She asked the electorate to cut a little slack Waving a litre of whiskey and a union jack Saying I'm not in the business of right or wrong So lets get by on a wing and a folk song And Jesus went to talk to Omie Wise She said I never did trust religious guys And the heat is rising from Octobers throat She says uptown boy, hey can you dance the tango? So blow the man down boys Yeah blow the man down boys And the tricks that he employs Are buried in this St Luke's summer's noise Call up the captain we've got Krueger on the line He's got a box of chocolates and a valentine And MI5 have got a bone to pick with Moses While Matthew and the big guy just play ring-around-the-roses A pearl knit sweater and a gasoline rag He's got a fistful of stars and an old dog tag Get to Parchman Farm by a number 9 bus And send the children to the gum tree to wake up Nicodemus So blow the man down boys Yeah blow the man down boys And the tricks that he employs Are buried in this St Luke's summer So blow the man down boys Yeah blow the man down boys And the tricks that he employs Are buried in this St Luke's summer's noise Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com