Текст, перевод и аккорды “Crossfire”
- Spring light in a hazy may And a man with a gun at the door Someones crawling on the roof above --- All the media here for the show Ive been waiting for our friends to come Like spiders down ropes to free-fall A thirty round clip for a visiting card --- Admit one to the embassy ball Caught in the crossfire on princes gate avenue In go the windows and out go the lights Call me a doctor. fetch me a policeman Im down on the floor in one hell of a fight Im just a soul with an innocent face --- A regular boy dressed in blue Conducting myself in a proper way As befitting the job that I do They came down on me like a ton of bricks Swept off my feet, knocked about Theres nothing for it but to sit and wait For the hard men to get me out Calm reason floats from the street below And the slow fuse burns through the night Everyones tried to talk it through But they cant seem to get the deal right Somewhere there are brownings in a two-hand hold --- Cocked and locked, one up the spout Theres nothing for it but to sit and wait For the hard men to get me out
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