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  • Текст песни Carlos and The Bandidos - Jockey Full Of Bourbon.

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    Edna Million in a drop dead suit
    Dutch Pink on a downtown train
    Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
    I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
    Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
    And I've been drinking from a broken cup
    Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
    I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone

    Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
    And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
    Across the stripes of a full moon's head
    And through the bars of a Cuban jail
    Bloody fingers on a purple knife
    Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
    I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
    Admire the view from up on top of the mast

    Hey little bird, fly away home
    House is on fire, children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    House is on fire, your children are alone

    I said hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    House is on fire, your children are alone

    Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
    Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
    ";To the carnival"; is what she said
    ...
    Edna Million в черном мини
    Dutch Pink на поезде в центре города
    Пистолет за два доллара, но оружие не хочет стрелять
    Я в углу под проливным дождём
    Шестнадцать человек на сундук мертвеца
    И я, выпиваю из сломанной чашки
    Две пары штанов и мохровый жилет
    Я полон бурбона, я не могу стоять на ногах

    Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
    Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
    Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
    Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки

    Шиффер разбил бутылку об голову Моргана
    А я ступаю на хвост дьявола
    Пересекая линии полной луны
    И бары кубинской тюрьмы
    Кровавые пальцы на фиолетовом ноже
    Фламинго, пьющий из бокала коктейль
    Я на лужайке с чьей-то женой
    Восхищаюсь представлением сверху мачты

    Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
    Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
    Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
    Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки

    Я сказал эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
    Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
    Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
    Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки

    Бульварная газетёнка на гонконгской кровати
    Рожок Стазибо и поездка в Сизерлэнд
    К карнавалу - вот, что она сказала
    Сто долларов создают темноту внутри
    Миллион капель под плащом мертвеца
    Голландская гвоздика на поезде в центре города
    Пистолет за два доллара, но оружие не хочет стрелять
    Я в углу под проливным дождём

    Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
    Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
    Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
    Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки

    Edna Million in a drop dead suit
    Dutch Pink on a downtown train
    Two-dollar pistol but the gun will not shoot
    I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
    Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
    And I've been drinking from a broken cup
    Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
    I'm full of bourbon, I can not stand up

    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone

    Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
    And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
    Across the stripes of a full moon's head
    And through the bars of a Cuban jail
    Bloody fingers on a purple knife
    Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
    I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
    Admire the view from up on top of the mast

    Hey little bird, fly away home
    House is on fire, children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    House is on fire, your children are alone

    I said hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    House is on fire, your children are alone

    Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
    Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
    & quot ;; To the carnival & quot ;; is what she said
    ...
    Edna Million in black mini
    Dutch Pink train in downtown
    Gun for two dollars, but the weapon did not want to shoot
    I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
    Sixteen people on the Dead Man's Chest
    And I drink from a broken cup
    Two pairs of pants and vest mohrovy
    I am full of bourbon, I can not stand on my feet

    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone

    Schiffer broke a bottle on the head of Morgan
    And I step on the tail of the devil
    Crossing the line of the full moon
    And the Cuban prison bars
    Bloody fingers on a purple knife
    Flamingos drinking from a glass of cocktail
    I'm on the lawn with someone's wife
    I admire the representation of the top of the mast

    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone

    I said, hey, little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone

    Hong Kong tabloid rag on the bed
    Horn Stazibo and a trip to Sizerlend
    By the carnival - that's what she said
    One hundred dollars create darkness within
    Millions of drops under the cloak of a dead man
    Dutch carnation on a train to the city center
    Gun for two dollars, but the weapon did not want to shoot
    I'm in the corner in the pouring rain

    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone
    Hey little bird, fly away home
    Your house is on fire, your children are alone

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