Loose Tapestries - Saving Terry | Текст песни

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Terry on the beach
in the morning sun
Lifts up his skirt
for the fisherman
Terry does some dancing
to lose control
Now he's on the ground
Does a forward roll

Terry loves fantasy
Oh, yeah
He doesn't love reality
Oh, no
Luxury comedy
Oh, yeah
Watched by a minority
Oh, no

Picking up the pieces
of his broken life
Staring at the body
of his sleeping wife
Goes into the street
and he never coming back
Mumbles to himself
\"I've had enough of that\"

Terry loves fantasy
Oh, yeah
He doesn't like reality
Oh, no
Fantasy comedy
Oh, yeah
A threat to society
Oh, no

That's right, a threat to society,
everyone hear that?
Bumba-wa-yay
Bumba-wa-yay
Bumba-wa-yay
Bumba-wa-yay
Bumba-wa-yay
Bumba-wa-yay
Bumba-wa-yay
Bumba-wa-yay

Terry loves fantasy
Oh, yeah
He doesn't love reality
Oh, no
Luxury comedy
Oh, yeah

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