for my father but my father had died I called for my father but my father had died while you told me fortunes, in American Slang You told me fortunes, in American Slang
mothers, but our mothers have died (In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had) And you told us fortunes in American slang Oh, you told me fortunes in American slang
Prijevod: Gasna svjetiljka Himna. Američki Slang.
My queen of the Bronx Blue eyes and spitfire I saw you walking back and forth About another boy Thinking that you may want to leave So give me the fevers
Got your pride and your prose Tucked just like a Tommy gun Somewhere in the smoke Just in case you need it I know you got your pride and your prose Tucked
A cherry bomb, you are a mystery Exploded, sparkling quiet nights My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby To fingertips that might ignite And all
Now the lights go low on the avenue And the cars pass by in the rain University boys and the girls fill the bars While I'm just waiting for the light
On President Street, You'll find the sisters Praying over My city's heart While Union Avenue Turns to it's disciples Who feels the pressure heat coming
the Queen of Lower Chelsea Did you grow up a good girl, You daddy's pride? Did you make all the right moves, Take all the right drugs right on time? American
It took so long to get me back on my feet It takes so long to find the words and the beat And Charlie's waiting on the end of the phone To hear you call
The cool is dead, baby Go on and sleep Rest your weary head and love a better me And in the morning We'll start over again That's how they do it up on
Don't write me no more letters My mailbox is full of bombs Between you and the kooks on my block I don't remember the good times I wasn't there and you
Goodbye circus wheel May you rest along the sea I have given you the fire of my youth And the triumph o're my enemies Goodbye fair weather home, and
