Marc, Marc And The Mambas, The Mambas - Angels текст песни

The car drives on through suburbia ever after
This is the last game of all
After this is a down
Down slide and I think I may disappear
Here is where reality ends
And the rest takes over
And it’s taking over here
Running wild in the sulky midnight air
Scorpio rising houses
And the fantasy’s bigger and better
I never liked a fantasy
And the message goes
Love me or else
Because I may die tomorrow
And that would prey on your mind forever
The zombie bars
The big black cars
And they’re playing the part of disposable stars
Oh, the sun is burning my shoulder
And the city streches away on a plane
And wow, I’m feeling like God again
The sulky smoke in a Greek café
The taste of the Turkish tea
Avoiding eyes and telling lies
And the things that make me happy
There is always the jest and the dancing
And the black, black heat
And a stubble breaking through the TV make-up
The Orange industrial strength
It’s starting by now to look a little tainted
Oh, the west side the other world
Where the wind hisses through the meat hooks
And they are playing with danger
Like running uptown, come nightmare
Tell them to look for another game
It was the silence on the phone
And the last look you gave me was cold
It was the silence on the phone
And the last look you gave me was cold
It was the silence on the phone
And the last look you gave me was cold
It was the silence on the phone
And the last look you gave me was cold
And the last look you gave me was cold
It was the silence on the phone
And the last look you gave me was cold
It was the silence on the phone
And the last look you gave me was cold
And the last look you gave me was cold
And the last look you gave me was cold
You bastard, the last look you gave me was cold
You said you bastard, the last look you gave me was cold
You said you bastard, the last look you gave me was cold
This is the last game of all
This is the last game of all
It was cold