Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stalin Malone, artist - Elvis Costello. Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Song language: English
Stalin Malone |
| I’m going to make you even fear the dream |
| you dream |
| So don’t even think about it don’t make a wish |
| You think that I don’t see you as you trawl |
| those young weak fish |
| Hooked on those poor wonders, till they want |
| you alone |
| Though they can’t tell a cuckoo-clock from the |
| squeals of saxophones |
| That’s when they’ll fear my name |
| Stalin Malone |
| I’m telling you the day will come when this |
| man gets what he merits |
| Though people still wear animal skins to ward |
| off evil spirits |
| Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the |
| dormitory town |
| 'Til horse’s heads up in the trees came |
| dripping down |
| Yes, horse’s heads up hung in the trees after |
| the bird had flown |
| Did you wonder of my whereabouts as the |
| barrack-room was blown |
| Did anybody call my name? |
| Stalin Malone |
| In a room called creation, where you all obey |
| my laws |
| Where Seconal is gravity and pain is like |
| applause |
| You think that this phenomenon is some |
| coincidence |
| But I’ve got people everywhere, you’re under |
| my surveillance, in the pocket of my pants |
| Okay, she left me, but I’ll soon get over that |
| Falling out of the «Blood Tub"and rolling, on my back |
| Waking up to the one o’clock gun with a Punch and Judy bird |
| Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder |
| To overhear forbidden songs her lover must |
| have known |
| Between the pity and advice… «There's no one |
| here to help you now, but speak after the tone» |
| Leave for me a message of hope |
| Stalin Malone |
| Now the church door is a roller-shutter with |
| padlocks and keys |
| Just like all of the other dispensaries |
| The saloon is like a casket, stained wood and |
| human dust |
| Stale with conversation that hangs on your |
| clothes like smoke |
| The wooden clock said she would dance |
| dressed only in flower |
| As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird that |
| it spits out on the hour |
| I’d drop out of sight and disappear, turn up in another town, but somehow |
| I just can’t seem to put it down, put it down |
| put it down |
| I just want to hold her now in that I’m not alone |
| but do I have to see her fall into his arms |
| before I can atone. |
| Get my jacket on, get my story straight, |
| I’m leaving on my own |