Текст песни
With zeus and maximillian and the fox in aesop s fable, tell me who will warn the people when the deception tide does rise
And the head of abel we re gonna lay him down to rest, the three sisters of fate they want nothing to do with me
Someone take all these flags down and stop the sacrificial salute, you can meet me in xanadu ill be dressed in a pinstriped suit
I see windmills in the distance and a string of shrunken heads, you go press up your finery and your crimson gowns galore
You can meet me in xanadu ill be dressed in a pinstriped suit, life is the subject to live is just a verb Luciouz, you go press up your finery and your crimson gowns galore
Rubber is the missing link bounce my gold hated suitor, i m the prince of chaos of random destiny, and new year s was coming preparations must all be made
And new year s was coming preparations must all be made, someone take all these flags down and stop the sacrificial salute Flow, with zeus and maximillian and the fox in aesop s fable
Memories are made of this like movies with no movie screen, recognized by man as the distant son of paul, tell me who will warn the people when the deception tide does rise
upon an ash heap of memories the detective is covered in hives
recognized by man as the distant son of paul
Life is the subject to live is just a verb, and the head of abel we re gonna lay him down to rest, random access is what i got chronology is just some kind of dream
peter allen judy garland sting and ry cooder
we re gonna welcome back assassins with a prayer book and with a gun
Or is it something far more natural an instinct we must abide, tell me who will warn the people when the deception tide does rise Flow, we re gonna round up all the sinners
The three sisters of fate they want nothing to do with me, life s a bowl of cold misfortune sitting stable on the breakfast table Blood, and new year s was coming preparations must all be made
But oh my fishing days are over although i miss my rods gentle curve, where he learned to jump and roll and fall Flow, i know they live out on the water but the rest is hit and miss
Random access is what i got chronology is just some kind of dream, i m the leader they were seeking i tell you i m the one
You go press up your finery and your crimson gowns galore, rubber is the missing link bounce my gold hated suitor Blood, but oh my fishing days are over although i miss my rods gentle curve
Instinct laughs the fisherman is like trying to gather fish, random access is what i got chronology is just some kind of dream
You can meet me in xanadu ill be dressed in a pinstriped suit, rubber is the missing link bounce my gold hated suitor
recognized by man as the distant son of paul
Or is it something far more natural an instinct we must abide, and new year s was coming preparations must all be made
And the head of abel we re gonna lay him down to rest, peter allen judy garland sting and ry cooder
i m the prince of chaos of random destiny
Bad marks to cain and ahab who s actions were only in jest, you can meet me in xanadu ill be dressed in a pinstriped suit
I m the leader they were seeking i tell you i m the one, legends of the homeless whom the mighty earth rejects
And the head of abel we re gonna lay him down to rest, reject your benefactor give presents to your whore
upon an ash heap of memories the detective is covered in hives
Someone take all these flags down and stop the sacrificial salute, life s a bowl of cold misfortune sitting stable on the breakfast table
You go press up your finery and your crimson gowns galore, life s a bowl of cold misfortune sitting stable on the breakfast table
You can meet me in xanadu ill be dressed in a pinstriped suit, where he learned to jump and roll and fall
reject your benefactor give presents to your whore
Life is the subject to live is just a verb, someone take all these flags down and stop the sacrificial salute, you can meet me in xanadu ill be dressed in a pinstriped suit
But oh my fishing days are over although i miss my rods gentle curve, life s a bowl of cold misfortune sitting stable on the breakfast table
Tell me who will warn the people when the deception tide does rise, beckoning to no man the minstrel circles and divides