Текст, перевод и аккорды “Boy”
- (ian hunter/mick ronson) Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme After all youre still quite small you dont know where youve been You was only swearing yesterday Oh you want to win the world away But now you got nothing to say-ay-ay Boy youre getting out of hand Youve got to make a stand So put the coke away Boy you got the do the show Got to let the people know You got the strength to stay I can see you run I can see you hide Oh your heart is aching Lost in a dream of what might have been Youre the guide Youre the number one And your knees are shaking Stand and deliver in an endless dream Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so Only yes-men Have a guess man Watch the spirit go Batman zips the monster as he bleeds And gets up on the buzz he needs And a kid on the street just reads And reads and reads and reads And reads and reads and reads Boy its them hard case city blues Cagney is the news Does the giant ring a bell Boy its the hudson east river cruise Its the empire state buffoons Oh you know the story well Do you have to run Do you have to hide Theres a new tomorrow Yes youre a mess But youre more than less When this battles won You can look inside Oh you did not borrow Yes youre the best But you still cant rest You know you know The carnival is closed Your streets alive with ghosts But a friend says dont look back Dont look back dont look round Your vision is your fate Through long electric nights When a woman helps you write Na na na Na na na Na Na na na Na na na Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past See you did not have to fast Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts And lasts and lasts and lasts And lasts and lasts Boy if youve got an axe to grind Be thankful for this time For it gives you what you need Boy youve got an eighty-eight to play Itll tell you what to say Itll tell you when to breathe Boy take a turnpike heading west Turn the people on to beau geste Cause thats what you did the best Boy play the pipes till theyre old and worn Sing the words till they fall forlorn Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet Boy dont let the earth get in your face Its a middle-aged displace Its the middle ages snide Boy were a million miles away And to think its so insane Take a chance on a one way ride Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind Oh these people aint your kind No they aint your kind at all Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain No these people aint the same You can hear another call Boy the [other book? ] starts with [no? ] They dont show us how to grow They only show us how to win Boy the secrets in the bicycle shed Aint no answers now theyre dead To seek is a mortal sin Hey you know boy let your madness be the clue
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