The Fratellis - Sex, Love, Money & Death | Текст песни

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• The Fratellis
• Sex, Love, Money & Death

They’ll be no medicine in the mornin’
They’ll be no afternoon repose
They’ll be no tongue-tied inquisition
They’ll be no secrets to disclose

They’ll be no fumble in the dark
They’ll be no objects to bequeath
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death

They’ll be no deathbeds on the ceiling
They’ll be no oracle sweetheart tales
They’ll be no undiscovered genius
They’ll be no unnecessary details

They’ll be no heading moneyman
No jokers running out of breath.
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death

They’ll be no psychophanic losers
They’ll be no boys stuffed down the well
They’ll be no mama’s little dysfunction
They’ll be no peace this side of hell

They’ll be no traitors on the wall
They’ll be no wolf in mother’s dress
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death

They’ll be no swine to disappoint you
They’ll be no meat that keeps you thin
They’ll be no rumbles in the bedrooms of the think
They’ll be no cage to keep them in

They’ll be no clairvoyant patrol
They’ll be no craze for you to test
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death

They’ll be no switch to make you happy
They’ll be no book that makes you free
They’ll be no loopholes that they won’t have already found
They’ll be no money on the gumtree

They’ll be no consequential crime
No law and order on request
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death

They’ll be no haunted televisual process
They’ll be no cackle in the night
They’ll be no werewolf apparitions in a jar
No spirits here just out of sight

No doctor jabbering more salvation
No surreal and insane injustice
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death

They’ll be no words with which to tempt you
They’ll be no visions in the sky
They’ll be no hunter on your trail to make you nervous
They’ll be no sympathy when you cry

They’ll be no system you can speak of
No millionaire to buy you rest
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death

They’ll be no cyanide invitation
They’ll be no secret police to fool
They’ll be no hunchback indiscretion
They’ll be no judgment for the cruel

They’ll be no electronic sun
They’ll be no conquest in your bed
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death
Sex, Love, Money and Death