Flaming Youth - The Planets | Текст песни

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i. Mars – Bringer of War

We don't want to fight you, it's a lousy war
I tell you it's murder out here
My best buddy got it in the eye
Now he ain't seeing things too clear

We all know that you've got your job to do
We don't mean it personally at all
But while you bloody rotten bastards threaten our way of life
We're gonna get you by the balls

My momma was a flower-child back in sixty-six
My daddy ran the Village Voice
I burnt my draft-card like the other guys
But Sam said “Boy, there ain't no choice”

So we're lying here, cold with sweat and fear
Answering Liberty's call
And while you bloody rotten bastards threaten our way of life
You're gonna get it in the balls

So we're lying here, cold with sweat and fear
Answering Liberty's call
And while you bloody rotten bastards threaten our way of life
You're gonna get it
You're gonna get it
You're gonna get it in the balls

ii. Venus – Bringer of Peace

Mackie's gone on rubber, while our Debbie digs her brother
And their Des is doing well on the game
Eddie's got some notion that to get the right emotion
You've got to make it out in the rain

It's love, it's love
Or something of the kind
But eighty combinations
Don't bring peace of mind

Peter likes to show it and Penny loves to blow it,
On a rainy day she puts it away:
Johnnie takes a hard line trying to score among the big time
Who come around to Annabelle's to play.

It's love, it's love
Or something of the kind
But eighty combinations
Don't bring peace of mind

iii. Mercury – The Winged Messenger

Takin' all the hits, makin' all the, breakin' all the hits
Takin' all the, makin' all the hits
Breakin' all the hits

Your Happy Station

Wakin' with the news, makin' with the, breakin' with the news
Wakin' with the, makin'with the news
Breakin' with the news

Communication

M...marvellous
M...magnanimous
M...much more music and fun to keep you gay

iv. Jupiter – Bringer of Jollity

So nice to have a party
So nice to see you there
No need for conversation
So nice to sit and stare

Such entertaining people
So elegant and smart
Would someone pass the matches
And let the party start?

That amiable feeling
You only find with friends
You'll know them so much better
Before the party ends

Thanks for a lovely evening
It must be time for bed
I'll ring you in the morning
To find out what I said

v. Saturn – Bringer of Old Age

Pray for the man of one hundred and thirty four
Features as firm as a boy of fifteen
With no wrinkles or blemish he's smooth as a pebble
And tries to remember the course of his life

His heartbeat is steady, the heart of a truck-driver
Lungs of a college-girl hit by a tram
His kidneys are plastic, his genital functions
Controlled by a motor attached to his thigh

Only his mind's his own
With all its reason flown

Pray for the man with a life never ending
Pray for the man who is living, living, living, living, ...

vi. Uranus – The Magician

Trick cyclist, take me with for the ride
You say I've got a damaged ego somewhere inside
A case of deep depression on account of the repression
That I got while I was sucking at my mother's breast

That he got while he was sucking at his mother's breast

Trick cyclist, let you into my soul
Fifty one-hour sessions and you say I'll be whole
You say I'm ineffectual on account of I'm bisexual
Due to lactic malnutrition at my mother's breast

Due to lactic malnutrition at his mother's breast

Trick cyclist, gotta cast me a spell

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