Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Horseshoe Wreath in Bloom, artist - American Music Club. Date of issue: 23.09.2004
Song language: English
The Horseshoe Wreath in Bloom |
| Now, here’s the story of the incredible shrinking man |
| Of a fatal disappointment met with a frozen margarita grin |
| Now see him blink in time to the hour hand |
| Funny red nose, Rudolph jokes, memory failing |
| If you buy lottery tickets you’ll win one day |
| A pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver scratched away |
| He faces the manageress, he feels her bright disdain |
| Watches as she yawns all the way through his final scene |
| She makes it clear, «my dear» in no way does she wish him ill |
| She says, «there's no justice. |
| No, there’s just this bill» |
| If you buy lottery tickets you’ll win one day |
| A pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver scratched away |
| And your horseshoe wreath, it’ll surely bloom |
| If you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon |
| If you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon |
| Ten years at the Columbia Hotel |
| For that you should win a fabulous prize |
| Like a lifetime room for a life that slipped away |
| A place to hide the asphalt and tarmac in his eyes |
| If you buy lottery tickets you’ll win one day |
| A pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver scratched away |
| And your horseshoe wreath, it’ll surely bloom |
| If you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon |
| If you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon |
| You’ll see Ed McMahon and his gorgeous models emerge from the Columbia gloom |
| With many thanks for the life you led and the joy you made |
| He’ll give you a wad of paper and, yes, all your favorite balloons |
| And make an overly long speech about how you never let the bastards kill your |
| soul |
| And if you render the sun to dawn you pound of the walls of doom |
| And everyday fight the vacuum in a world without heroes and supermen |
| To shine like stars and cast no shadows across the room |
| And end up owning only a haystack, a needle and a spoon |
| They say we pardon to the degree that we love |
| But for most of us love is only a part in a cartoon |
| I know we pay for what we are, but let me please observe |
| You’re a king. |
| I know, I saw it written on your tomb |
| You’re a king. |
| I know, I saw it written on your tomb |