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    Talking Heads Swamp текст песни

    Swamp

    Now lemme tell you a story
    The devil he has a plan
    A bag a’ bones in his pocket
    Got anything you want

    No dust and no rocks
    The whole thing is over
    All these beauties in solid motion
    All those beauties, gonna swallow you up

    Hi hi hi hi hi,
    One time too many
    Too far to go
    I- We come to take you home

    And when they split those atoms
    It’s hotter than the sun
    Blood is a special substance
    They gonna pray for that man

    So wake up young lovers
    The whole thing is over
    Watch but touch monkeys
    All that blood, gonna swallow you whole

    Hi hi hi hi hi
    What’s that? Who’s driving?
    Where we goin’? Who knows?
    I- We come to take you home

    How many people do you think I am
    Pretend I am somebody else
    You can pretend I’m and old millionaire
    A millionaire washing his hands
    Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out
    A medical chart on the wall
    Soft violence and hands touch your throat
    Ev’ryone wants to explode

    And when your hands get dirty
    Nobody knows you at all
    Don’t have a window to slip out of
    Lights on, nobody home

    Click click- see ya later
    Beta beta- no time to rest
    Pika pika- risky business
    All that blood, will never cover that mess.

    Hi hi hi hi hi
    So soft hard feelings
    What’s that, who’s driving
    No tricks lets go
    I- We come to take you home
    I- We come to take you home

    Hi hi hi hi hi
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