Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guts, artist - John Cale. Album song The Island Years, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Island, Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
Guts |
| The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife |
| Did it quick and split |
| Back home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy |
| And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner |
| Quite operatic in its self disgust |
| It blew him all over the living room floor |
| Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot |
| Now suppose it was someone familiar |
| Someone we all would know |
| Embarrasing denouement, ne c’est pas? |
| Familiar hyperbole |
| And there would go the secret plot |
| The piss had missed the hole in the pot |
| Like that ancient teenage dream |
| From soul to poison soul to poison soul |
| Guts, guts, got no guts |
| And stitches don’t help at all |
| Guts, guts, got no guts |
| Holes in the body, holes in the legs |
| Holes in the forehead, holes in the head |
| Holes in the body, holes in the legs |
| There should never be holes at all |
| There should never be holes at all |
| So: kill all you want or more |
| Make sure, do it right |
| Dead is dead, and door nails forget |
| And then you’ll notice |
| How the waster and the wasted |
| Get to look like one another |
| In the end, in the end |
| In the end, in the end |
| In the end, in the end |
| In the end, in the end |