The Dreadnoughts - Leonard Cohen | Текст песни

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• The Dreadnoughts
• Leonard Cohen

Well your liver's in disgrace, and heaven's in your face, turn to, turn to,
When you're down to fucking walking, your hands are in your pocket, turn to, turn to.

And your life is empty and black
For all those little things you lack!

The only way to find was go into your mind, turn to, turn to,
And can't be somebody else, now tell about yourself, turn to, turn to,

But the truth hangs standing here, like a knife,
You only get one shot at this life!

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way,
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray,
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play,
Oh no, and so I choose, and it's not you!

And the one's you've left behind, end up tired, end up blind, turn to, turn to.
Well, they're living on the street, with their shadows on their feet, turn to, turn to.

Ah they drink, and they screw, and they fight,
And they sleep on the city streets at night!

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way,
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray,
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play,
Oh no, and so I choose, and it's not you!

In a cold winter haze spent 17 days getting drunk at the Drake Motel,
The light is glowing softly now, I'll see you down in hell,
Never one for restrain, was never a saint, and you're nothing but a ghost in a shell,
The light is glowing softly now, I'll see you down in hell!

Ah you fade like ashes in a night,
And you're gone before the morning light!

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way,
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray,
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play,
Oh no, and so I choose, and it's not you!