Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bridegroom Blues, artist - John Wesley Harding. Album song The Name Above The Title, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 28.11.2005
Record label: Warner, Warner Strategic Marketing
Song language: English
Bridegroom Blues |
The streets are doing a war dance |
As their sight is restored to the blind |
And I’m sifting trash on the offchance |
That there might be something to find |
And Mary lets her fingers do the walking |
Her baby’s nearly due |
She’s listening but no-one's talking |
At the citizen’s advice bureau |
And Joe is down on the dole-queue |
He should have signed on yesterday |
Even if he was a carpenter and she was his lady |
He still wouldn’t be able to make it pay |
No |
And he don’t believe in angels |
She’s been seeing another man |
Infidelity runs in the family |
But that wasn’t a part of the plan |
And shepherds watch the flicks by night |
At the King’s Cross all night show |
Something’s trying to catch their eyes |
But they’re too grossed out to know |
And the three kings travel like three ships a-sailing |
They’ve got some gifts he’ll need |
Cocaine for sniffing, money for corruption, and a whole load of videos of I |
Love Lucy |
But the king of the country he’s getting frightened |
He doesn’t want to be another man’s pawn |
And he crushes the beer can between his hands |
He sees his fate, the clown yells Checkmate |
And another star is born |
But the baby is killed in an instant |
As though his whole life were a dream |
Though his book sells well and he pulls out the stops |
Everyone knows he’s a hyped-up hasbeen |
And the t-shirts just embarrass |
And thought become memories after a while |
He’s looking so much older now |
It’s hard to belive that that was style |
And he throws his cloak out to his fan |
It’s his last chance sacrifice |
The girls are crawling a cut-glass sea |
No-one even wants to look twice |
Cos the circle’s all but full now |
But the stalls are empty for the latest son |
Who just smiles and says |
Give my regards to Fleet Street, I’ve gotta run |
The streets are doing a war dance |
As their sight is restored to the blind |
And I’m sifting trash on the offchance |
That there might be something to find… |