Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dylan Thomas, artist - Better Oblivion Community Center. Album song Better Oblivion Community Center, in the genre АльтернативаDylan Thomas |
| It was quite early one morning |
| Hit me without warning |
| I went to hear the general speak |
| I was standing for the anthem |
| Banners all around him |
| Confetti made it hard to see |
| Put my footsteps on the pavement |
| Starved for entertainment |
| Four seasons of revolving doors |
| So sick of being honest |
| I’ll die like Dylan Thomas |
| A seizure on the barroom floor |
| I’m getting greedy with this private hell |
| I’ll go it alone, but that’s just as well |
| These cats are scared and feral |
| The flag pins on their lapels |
| The truth is anybody’s guess |
| These talking heads are saying |
| «The king is only playing |
| A game of four dimensional chess» |
| There’s flowers in the rubble |
| The weeds are gonna tumble |
| I’m lucid but I still can’t think |
| I’m strapped into a corset |
| Climbed into your corvette |
| I’m thirsty for another drink |
| If it’s advertised, we’ll try it |
| And buy some peace and quiet |
| And shut up at the silent retreat |
| They say you’ve gotta fake it |
| At least until you make it |
| That ghost is just a kid in a sheet |
| I’m getting used to these dizzy spells |
| I’m taking a shower at the Bates Motel |
| I’m getting greedy with this private hell |
| I’ll go it alone, but that’s just as well |
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