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Джон Уэсли Джон Уэслианглийский евангелист

Build Me A Coffin

When there's not enough rigor but there's too much rigor mortis

You've got to ration love because you know that there's a shortage

She'll take you with a pinch of salt

And she'll give you no quarter

She's the queen of the short order

And you're a one-armed bandit

Gambling on a crash

Wearing a pair of silly glasses and a baby's wax moustache

In disguise

Like a schoolboy playing superspy

I'm gonna build me a coffin and get right in

Sometimes it's too much to see what's happening around me

I'm gonna build me a coffin and get right in

Sometimes it's too much to see what's happening around me

What's happening around me



Given the fact that you're losing, someone has already won

If you're finding life a bastard, someone somewhere's having fun

You're hooked and lined and sinkered but she'll

Throw you right back in again

A game of pool would do your head in

You know that Hell just isn't some kinda bottomless pit

It's a chair in a long white corridor and you're sitting in it

With clenched fists

The lifestyles of the rich and hopeless

I'm gonna build me a coffin and get right in

Sometimes it's too much to see what's happening around me

I'm gonna build me a coffin and get right in

Sometimes it's too much to see what's happening around me

What's happening around me



And they say that a change is gonna come

So just perhaps you're not the only one

They say that a change is gonna come

Why the hell are you acting deaf, blind, dumb

They say that a change is gonna come



Troops are camping at the border and of course they're champing at the bit

The concert's all security, you've bought

Джон Уэсли

Build Me A Coffin / Джон Уэсли

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