воскресенье, 24 октября 2010
Paradise CityParadise City
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
Just an urchin living under the street
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case
So buy me something to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Rags to riches or so they say
You got to - keep pushing for the fortune and fame you know
It's all a gamble when it's just a game
You treat it like a capital crime
Everybody's doing their time
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here I can't quite remember
The surgeon general says it's hazardous to breathe
I'd have another cigarette but I can't see
Tell me who you're going to believe
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
So far away (4x)
Captain America's been torn apart
Now he's a court jester with a broken heart
He said -
Turn me around and take me back to the start
I must be losing my mind -
"Are you blind?!"
I've seen it all a million times
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me home
I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home
Take me down
To the Paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
Take me down
Beat me down
Oh, won't you please take me home
I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won't you please take me home
I want to see
Boy, I'm going to be mean
Oh, oh take me home
Take me down
To the Paradise City
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home
I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won't you please take me home
Yeah, baby
YeahУсталость повсюду. Она не проходит от еды, выпивки или сна. Не плохо бы было просто проебать все выходные дома, но я давно так не умею. Мотает меня всюду, но от этого не прибавляется смысла в утренем пробуждении. Всё происходящее устарело на пару лет. Всё это дерьмо придётся расхлёбывать ценой пары лет жизни. Это хуже болезни, хуже смерти. Это чёрный цвет, который обязывает стоять до конца, это музыка которую никто уже не слышит, всё происходящее как засмотренный фильм. Самое глупое зрелище, известен сюжет, знакомо каждое слово, все лица... Самое дерьмовое - знаю сколько времени до титров. Хочется свалить, но не хочется бросать неоконченным дела. Возможно, я последний кто считает что у человека есть честь и долг делающим его достойным, не ради кого-то, а ради себя.