作词 : Boult, Cassidy, Dick | |
All the way from bucharest your skin crawled on the way to hollywood | |
Through a whole in the wall | |
You saw the free world trading in bones | |
There's a guardian angel at the window | |
Staring at the corner | |
She's nowhere to go | |
She's in the free world trading her bones | |
Chorus | |
But if your mother didn't like it she don't need to know | |
As long as your sending the money home | |
What happened to the body of the child she bore | |
Answers on a postcard from jumpsuit city | |
Sprayed by a moonbeam through the linden leaves | |
Cast in a shadow in anonymity | |
He found the free world and sucked on their bones | |
Performing for animals he's dressed to thrill | |
High on a pedestal see the surgeon's skill | |
He lets the free world feast on his bones | |
Chorus | |
Behind the curtains there's a sanctuary | |
For the businessman and the refugee | |
This is the free world and they trade with their bones | |
A dead flower from a buttonhole | |
Lies in the gutter with a million souls | |
It's the free world, and they're only trading in bones | |
Chorus | |
(dick/boult/cassidy) |
zuo ci : Boult, Cassidy, Dick | |
All the way from bucharest your skin crawled on the way to hollywood | |
Through a whole in the wall | |
You saw the free world trading in bones | |
There' s a guardian angel at the window | |
Staring at the corner | |
She' s nowhere to go | |
She' s in the free world trading her bones | |
Chorus | |
But if your mother didn' t like it she don' t need to know | |
As long as your sending the money home | |
What happened to the body of the child she bore | |
Answers on a postcard from jumpsuit city | |
Sprayed by a moonbeam through the linden leaves | |
Cast in a shadow in anonymity | |
He found the free world and sucked on their bones | |
Performing for animals he' s dressed to thrill | |
High on a pedestal see the surgeon' s skill | |
He lets the free world feast on his bones | |
Chorus | |
Behind the curtains there' s a sanctuary | |
For the businessman and the refugee | |
This is the free world and they trade with their bones | |
A dead flower from a buttonhole | |
Lies in the gutter with a million souls | |
It' s the free world, and they' re only trading in bones | |
Chorus | |
dick boult cassidy |
zuò cí : Boult, Cassidy, Dick | |
All the way from bucharest your skin crawled on the way to hollywood | |
Through a whole in the wall | |
You saw the free world trading in bones | |
There' s a guardian angel at the window | |
Staring at the corner | |
She' s nowhere to go | |
She' s in the free world trading her bones | |
Chorus | |
But if your mother didn' t like it she don' t need to know | |
As long as your sending the money home | |
What happened to the body of the child she bore | |
Answers on a postcard from jumpsuit city | |
Sprayed by a moonbeam through the linden leaves | |
Cast in a shadow in anonymity | |
He found the free world and sucked on their bones | |
Performing for animals he' s dressed to thrill | |
High on a pedestal see the surgeon' s skill | |
He lets the free world feast on his bones | |
Chorus | |
Behind the curtains there' s a sanctuary | |
For the businessman and the refugee | |
This is the free world and they trade with their bones | |
A dead flower from a buttonhole | |
Lies in the gutter with a million souls | |
It' s the free world, and they' re only trading in bones | |
Chorus | |
dick boult cassidy |