The Motorcycle Industry - The Lost Weekend текст песни

I awoke a skeleton in a baby's arms
She sighed, "Darling, we are all dealing with this,
In a different way"

So I cry and put my head in my hands
And I dreamt about that storm that's gonna come
And swallow us all up
So put my name on a list and give it to everyone that I love

So come on, Dil and Thomas,
Why'd you drink yourself to death?
Before you read this one,
That I've been working on
I think I've got my problems pegged
But oh, forget it, let's turn Revolver over again

So I scored seven bucks
From this kid in my dorm,
He was high and pre-occupied
And I went to meet the man who waits for me
On one-hundred-eighty-seventh Street
He's not my friend,
He's not my brother,
I'm just looking for a way to feel ignored
So put the guns in their slings,
I'm not with you in Rockland no more

So come on, Dil and Thomas,
Why'd you drink yourself to death?
Before you read this one,
That I've been working on
I think I've got my problems pegged
But oh, forget it, let's turn Revolver over again

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
(We go gently, we go gracefully)
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
(We go gently, we go gracefully)
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die