Pale Roses - Uri Geller | Текст песни

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• Pale Roses
• Uri Geller

Have you heard about Uri Geller,
His angel-face and eagle-eye?
Snake charmer, fortune teller?
Just a guy with a gift to mystify.

Have you seen the real Uri Geller,
Pulling strings with a trembling arm?
Extra-sensorial, interstellar?
Just a man with an ability to charm

I Don’t need no Uri Geller
To bend my silver spoon!
I Don’t need no psychic propeller
To fly me to the moon.

God knows I’m a fucking cave dweller,
Unaware of the mind’s power
But I would never rely on Uri Geller
Even in my darkest hour.

I Don’t need no Uri Geller
To bend my silver spoon!
I Don’t need no psychic propeller
To fly me to the moon.