The Soaked Lamb - BMinor Blues | Текст песни

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• The Soaked Lamb
• BMinor Blues

Don't have much hope in Heaven
There are awful lots of stairs
Wouldn't goodness ruin my skin?
Can I be allowed to smoke there?

Am I to slip to Heaven
Could I take along my fancy shoes?
Don't have much hope in the afterlife
What I have is a B-minor blues

I have a dead buddha sitting by the door
And there's a compass, 1, 2, 3, 4
And the blues
A B-minor one that I groom
Under the moon

Unwind from wine as you drink beer
You'll live happy - that's so sad
Don't have much faith on you
And could I smoke in your bed?

Am I too elegant for life?
Could I ever walk with no shoes
Through the years and nights
Grooming a B-minor blues

I have a dead buddha sitting by the door
And there's a compass, 1, 2, 3, 4
And the blues
A B-minor one that I groom
Under the moon

Am I too fat for you?
Can I bring my beautiful shoes
Don't have much hope on you
What I have is a B-minor blues

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