The Doors - Black Polished Chrome [An American Prayer] | Текст песни

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The music was new
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night.
The DJ's take pills to stay awake
and play for seven days
They went to the studio
And someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a white rag
and smiling cooly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car.


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