imperial trust: octubre 2013

UN EPÍLOGO :

Don't say a word, don't say anything Don't say a word, I'm not even listening I read in the papers about their escape
They're just two bits Kids from a bunch of sour grapes You better watch your step
Watch, who's knocking on your front door? Now you know that they're watching What are you waiting for? Think you're young and original Get out before they'll get to watch your step
Everyday is full of fun and family spies They're making heroes out of fall guys They say it's good for business from Singapore to Widnes You better watch your step
Broken noses hung up on the wall Back slapping drinkers cheer the heavy weight brawl So punch drunk they don't understand at all You better watch your step
Every night Go out full of carnival desires End up in the closing time choirs
When you're kicking in the car chrome And you're drinking down the Eau de Cologne And you're spitting out the Kodachrome You better watch your step
Bye, I send you all my regards You're so tough, you're so hard Listen to the hammers Falling in the breaker's yard
You better watch your step You better watch your step Ooh, watch your step

lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013

Lou Reed & Elvis Costello.