Текст (слова) песни: Fall, The - VISIT OF AN AMERICAN POET v 2
Phones cut. The gun jams. Now he stands in his ten foot hall with three of `em One bound to radiator also two wife and three his girlfriend The two latter scan his fifty-nine pence can of beer in the kitchen Behind ya he thinks A mutual glance inherent from their milltown Persian Alabama Atlanta Albania whatever Their wisdom confirms friendship Too dumb shit to do or know I am hostage Their young eyes say Jet-lag Wreck Arrogant Big lad He brought home yank Their triptych mentality explodes He laughs Poet reads out quatrain
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