Nervous Cabaret - Mel Gibson | Текст песни

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• Nervous Cabaret
• Mel Gibson

Left, right, center beam
Awful lot of blood here, hard to keep it clean.
When did he goes mad is when I wanted him to
That's him over there, puking under the pew.

Well you made lots of money,
Go buy yourself a camera.
You Made some friends,
Put them to work for you.

You won the war,
So go rewrite the Torah.
Stick your thumb and forefinger,
Your forefinger forward.

Singin'
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
Laaaaaa....

Frame all your dreams away,
And play with who wants to play.

Splice all of the rest away,
And nice up your facts and,
Pray.

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