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  • Текст песни Hawkwind - The Secret Agent

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    I was trained in Arizona, in a secret desert camp
    Where we did night manoeuvres without a lighted lamp
    I've got an old worn Trilby hat that doesn't keep me dry
    When the rain falls on my mac plays havoc with the dye
    I wear my dark shades every day of the year
    When I see my reflection it strikes a note of fear
    I've got a dozen gadgets concealed in my clothes
    I've got some suicide pills that taste like herb of cloves
    I've not got a single friend just my armpit gun
    And when I go to bed at night it certainly helps me son
    I'm always getting in tight spots
    I manage to escape by either jumping off a train
    Or swimming in a lake soon I'm in a right state

    I'm a secret agent there's nowhere you can hide
    I'm a secret agent taking you for a ride
    What's your name what's your game
    Details never stop
    Work alone on your own
    Collar up, hat pulled down
    On the beach, with a peach
    Sometimes good, sometimes bad
    Drinking coffee, feeling sad

    There's one thing that I want to be involved with
    That's Truth and Justice and I sincerely mean that
    And if everybody was involved in Truth and Justice
    There would be no need for secret agents
    That's what happens when you get in tight spots
    He's in a tight spot
    I've yet to crack-up
    Ain't got no backup
    What's your name
    What's your game
    A bit strung out
    Ain't got no backup
    I'm beginning to crack-up
    Think I'll go bankrupt
    It's all confusion
    Disappearing without a trace
    I'm a secret agent
    He's in a tight spot
    Attention, Attention

    I was trained in Arizona, in a secret desert camp
    Where we did night manoeuvres without a lighted lamp
    I've got an old worn Trilby hat that doesn't keep me dry
    When the rain falls on my mac plays havoc with the dye
    I wear my dark shades every day of the year
    When I see my reflection it strikes a note of fear
    I've got a dozen gadgets concealed in my clothes
    I've got some suicide pills that taste like herb of cloves
    I've not got a single friend just my armpit gun
    And when I go to bed at night it certainly helps me son
    I'm always getting in tight spots
    I manage to escape by either jumping off a train
    Or swimming in a lake soon I'm in a right state

    And everybody rushes away to hide
    Certainly take you for a ride baby

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