National Health (Of Queues and Cures 1978) - Binoculars | Текст песни

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• National Health (Of Queues and Cures 1978)
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Blam, zing, mule kicks, real life John Wayne
Nerves twitch, legs kick, death, pain
It's a shame to say, you're such a bore today
Though the picture is quite okay
Your expression has gone away
If you just sit on your arse, the whole world won't gasp
The little dog laughed to see such a farce, it was quite insane
Nerves twitch, legs kick, real life, death, pain

You might as well say nothing's for real
Than bore us with the things that you feel
If that's tough on you, you know that it's up to you
It's not like it's too much to do, what a pity to waste your time
Meanwhile John Wayne and Rip Torn are making us all yawn
Words and thoughts travel at different speeds and make no sense to me
Nerves twitch, legs itch, blam, zing, death, bleed

Words and Music by Pip Pyle

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