Guns & Gold - Naive Ted

Yeah old cooter jumped up from a bad dream On the dawn of the day of the dead And when a plan split his brain like a light beam Made a suit outta chicken bone heads And then he clucked and he crowed down to Main Street While the flock fell into his trance And as the news crew caught it for the TV The hens sang while the Chickenman danced They said the chickens are troubled The poop's aimed at the fan We're tired of livin' on bubbles We're sick of trickle-down plans We're tired of peckin' for a penny And no corn in the stew We're sick of bad for the many And bein' great for a few Life in the coop is gettin' real tough The tractor's runnin' but the wheel's stuck We're out here lookin' for the real stuff Yeah the chickens want guns, and gold, and guitars Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars And so the Chickenman rooster in the courthouse Bad eggs went walkin' round armed But when yardbirds landed down at Fort Knox It tripped several federal alarms So the congressmen staggered into action Made a law for the troops to respond But all the seals whipped out telecasters And cut down on the Chickenman song They said the chickens are troubled The poop's aimed at the fan We're tired of livin' on bubbles We're sick of trickle-down plans We're tired of peckin' for a penny And no corn in the stew We're sick of bad for the many And bein' great for a few Life in the coop is gettin' real tough The tractor's runnin' but the wheel's stuck We're out here lookin' for the real stuff Yeah the chickens want guns, and gold, and guitars Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars Yeah! Life in the coop is gettin' real tough The tractor's runnin' but the wheel's stuck We're out here lookin' for the real stuff Yeah the chickens want guns, and gold, and guitars Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars Yeah they really need... Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars Guns, and gold, and guitars Yeah they really need... Guns, and gold, and guitars

Могло бы и не быть ничего, никак и ни о чем Но я к тебе иду рассказать о сердце о своем Я ничего не жду, и ты тоже ничего не ждешь Но я к тебе приду и ты ко мне, наверное, придешь Ведь мое сердце не остановилось Оно болит, ну, почему так до сих пор Стучит себе и бьется, как и билось И с головою продолжает спор Все или ничего было, было, было, но прошло И больше некому мне говорить про сердце про свое Но я чего-то жду, и ты чего-то тоже ждешь Я не приду к тебе, и ты ко мне наверно не придешь Но мое сердце не остановилось Оно болит, ну, почему так до сих пор Стучит себе и бьется, как и билось И с головою продолжает спор Слышишь ли меня ты сейчас? Понимаешь ли этот мой рассказ? Нужен он тебе или только для меня? Лишь бы это все не напрасно и не зря, не знаю Но мое сердце не остановилось Оно болит, ну, почему так до сих пор Стучит себе и бьется, как и билось И с головою продолжает спор Но мое сердце не остановилось Оно болит, ну, почему так до сих пор Стучит себе и бьется, как и билось И с головою продолжает спор

Du har stått vid horisonten Du har tittat mot havet om jorden var rund Men allt du såg var en båt som försvann I dimman som rullade fram Jag är inte rädd att flyga, jag För ovanför molnen står himlen på glänt Som jorden och månen vi dras till varann Men håll mig så hårt som du kan Jag känner mig som en satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, högt upp i det blå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå Åh, vad världen är liten ändå, högt i det blå Vi har gått omkring på jorden Vi har dragit vår frihet på släp överallt Och solen har värmt oss, men när den går ner Behöver jag värmen du ger Jag känner mig som en satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, högt upp i det blå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå Åh, vad världen är liten ändå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, högt upp i det blå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå Åh, vad världen är liten ändå, högt i det blå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, högt upp i det blå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, högt upp i det blå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, högt upp i det blå Satellit, satellit, ooh-oh Som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå

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