Reverend Glasseye - The Good Times | Текст песни

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• Reverend Glasseye
• The Good Times

Oh Mrs. Klankit (?),
have you been deceived,
by all the bloodthirsty rubbish that
you've seen on the street?
In the unholy shadow of the money tree,
where you jerked at the branches, and
you got on your knees,
praying lord no lord am I
ever in need, playing high low low,
and the stakes are too steep,
as you drift through the ocean
of the dirtiest streets, and
your thirsty little voice compels
you to sing -

As you sing out, and you sing out,
as you sing out, Lord you sing,
as you sing out, and you sing out,
as you sing out, Lord you sing -
that the Good Times have let you down again,
well the good times have let you down again,
well the good times have let you down again,
yeah the good times have let you down again.

Now your whole greedy army has risen again,
playing the rhythm with loud shaky hands,
and the clang of your heartbreak,
shapes the (?) of your boat,
your young brash leader
shouts the same one note -

singing Lord no Lord
is this really the end?
and the days are many
and the nights are spent (?),
as you drift through the ocean
of the dirtiest streets,
and your little groan
compels you to sing -

as you sing out, and you sing out,
yeah you sing out, Lord you sing.
Oh yeah you sing out,
and you sing out,
and you sing out, Lord you sing -
that the Good Times have let you down again,
that the good times have let you down again,
that the good times have let you down again,
yeah the good times have let you down again,

Oh lay down your hands,
let it all pass on, let it all pass on,
Oh lay down your hands,
let it all pass on, let it all pass on,
the good times have
gone.

All alone in your dirty rags,
this is all that's left
of all you had,
when the money is gone
and your sycophants
have left you for a younger romance -

and now it's party party party
for your hip young traitors
cashing in the virtues of their rotten behavior,
strumming hell on their lyres as we burn
in distraction - the men of talk killed the men of action.

And we sing out, yeah we sing out,
yeah we sing out, Lord we sing,
oh we sing out, oh yeah we sing out,
Lord we sing out, oh we sing -

That the good times have let us down again
that the good times have let us down again
yeah the good times have let us down again
oh yeah the good times have let us down again

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