Из альбома: The Maria Dimension
Penguin spins the caviar
Trois rouge
We drown it quick
Before it hatches
We wash it down with absynthe
Spit it out with roses
Captain turns the hoses
On the crawling crowd
We're on a cloud
We're on our knees
We're singing all the songs
Our fathers taught us
Still the band plays on (relieved!)
They locked up all their daughters
Deep down
Horizontal in the hold
We're much too old
And much too drunk
To hold a conversation
Too far gone to see the mountain
Waving through the crack
That was the floor