Из альбома: Vintage Violence
Hooked up on a fishing line,
Looking for the break of day
I've never been here before anyway
Its the line in my feet that's to blame
Settled down in the mud
Giving everybody blood
It's just not such a beautiful thing to do
Left the castle in spain
In an ambulance all the way
Could it be that the clock's really stopped?
Hello, there
Everbody, when's the next train out of here?
I'm sorry, but I'm much too young for this
I'll come back again next year
He came to lend a helping hand
To the miller and the butcher's men
Someone took the tuba for a pony ride
And the music sounded so much better
Taking turns having fun
When there's not enough sun
It was midnight when the chorus came
Then the piano collapsed in a heap on the grass
And they blamed it on a rock 'n roll song
Hello, there
Everbody, when's the next train out of here?
I'm sorry but I'm much too young for this
I'll come back again next year
Yes I'll come back again next year