Publicado, curiosamente só nos EUA, um ou dois meses antes do 25 de Abril de 1974, numa altura de gente cinzenta, de ódio vincado nas rugas da face,veio-me hoje à cabeça..
It's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures.
Oh! Dear, look what they've done to the Country!
It's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures.
Oh! Dear, look what they've done to the Country!
Gee,
But it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures.
Me, I regard it a tortuous hardship that smoulders
Like a peppermint eaten away
(will I fight, will I swagger or sway? )
Hee, hee, m'lady, she cries like a baby to scold us
See her tumbling down, tumbling down
Hail! to the monkey; we're having a funky reunion
Wasted and sunk, he can only have sunday communion
He got nicotine stains in his eyes
He got nothing to protect but his pride
Oh! smother the kiss or be drownded in blissful contusion
See it tumbling down, tumbling down
Juvenile tale, (see ihe Titanic sail into Brighton)A
The hemingway stacatto, the tragic bravado can frighten!
To be here, there and everywhere's fine
But do you have to be so swift all the time?
Deliver the dawn to the moulin-rouge on the horizon
Watch it tumbling down, tumbling down
Oh! dear, look what they've done to the blues, blues,
Oh! dear, look what they've done to the blues, blues,
blues, blues,blues, blues,
Songwriters
STEVE HARLEY
Published by
Lyrics © MUSIC & MEDIA INT'L, INC
But it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures.
Me, I regard it a tortuous hardship that smoulders
Like a peppermint eaten away
(will I fight, will I swagger or sway? )
Hee, hee, m'lady, she cries like a baby to scold us
See her tumbling down, tumbling down
Hail! to the monkey; we're having a funky reunion
Wasted and sunk, he can only have sunday communion
He got nicotine stains in his eyes
He got nothing to protect but his pride
Oh! smother the kiss or be drownded in blissful contusion
See it tumbling down, tumbling down
Juvenile tale, (see ihe Titanic sail into Brighton)A
The hemingway stacatto, the tragic bravado can frighten!
To be here, there and everywhere's fine
But do you have to be so swift all the time?
Deliver the dawn to the moulin-rouge on the horizon
Watch it tumbling down, tumbling down
Oh! dear, look what they've done to the blues, blues,
Oh! dear, look what they've done to the blues, blues,
blues, blues,blues, blues,
Songwriters
STEVE HARLEY
Published by
Lyrics © MUSIC & MEDIA INT'L, INC
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