Текст, перевод и аккорды “Citizen Ship”
- I was nothing. it didnt matter to me. Ah, there were tags all over my sleeve. There was water outside the windows And children in the streets [ ] rats with tags. Aint got a passport. Aint got my real name. Aint got a chance, sport, at fortune and fame. And I walk these endless streets, wont you give me a lift. A lift. a lift. on your citizen ship. They were rioting in chicago, movement in l.a. Sixty-eight it broke up the yardbirds. We were broke as well. Took it underground, m.c. borderline, up against the wall. The wall. the wall. Show your papers, boy. Citizen ship we got memries. Stateless, they got shame. Cast adrift from the citizen ship, Lifeline denied, exiled this castaway. Blind alley in new york city, in a foreign embrace. If youre hungry youre not too particular about what youll taste. Men in uniform gave me vinegar, spoon of misery. But what the hell, I fell, I fell. It doesnt matter to me. Citizen ship we got memries Citizen ship, we got pain. Cast adrift from the citizen ship, Lifeline denied, exiled this castaway. I was caught like a moth with its wings outta sync. Cut the chord. overboard. just a refugee. Lady liberty, lend a hand to me, Ive been cast adrift. Adrift. adrift. adrift. adrift. adrift. adrift. On the citizen ship we got memries Citizen ship, we got pain. Lose your grip on the citizen ship, Youre cast, youre cast away. On the citizen ship you got memry. Citizen ship you got pain. Citizen ship you got identity. A name. a name. a name. . . Whats your name, son? Whats your name? . . . Whats your name? [ ] Nothing. I got nothing. [ ] jersey. Give me your tired, your poor Give me your huddled masses Your wartorn [ ] Give me your wartorn and your [ ] Lift up your [ ] unto me. Ah, mythology.
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