Talking Heads – 117 – Swamp scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 now let me tell you a story the devil, he has a plan bag of bones in his pocket, get anything you want no dust, no rocks the whole thing is over all those beauties, in solid motion all those beauties they’re gonna swallow you up lets go hi (x13) one time too many, too far to go i–we’ve come to take you home whoo hoo when they split those atoms, its hotter than the sun blood is a special substance, they gonna pray for that man so wake up, young lovers, the whole thing is over watch out, touch monkeys all that blood they’re gonna swallow you whole lets go hi (x13) so soft, hard feeling, no tricks, lets go i–we’ve come to take you home whoo hoo how many people do you think i am pretend I am somebody else you can pretend i’m a old millionare, a millionare washin’ his hands rattle the bones of dreams that stick out a medical chart on the wall, soft violins, hands touch your throat everyone wants to explode when your hands get dirty, no body knows you at all don’t have a window to slip out of lights on no body home click click, see ya later beta beta, and no time to rest picka picka, risky business all that blood will never cover that mess lets go hi (x13) once more hi (x13)