Alan Moore все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

She sorts out her hair at the washroom of Preston services
Dries her hands under a notice that says "have you seen this child?"
And she nurses her tea for one hour in the cafeteria
Watching the truck drivers blind their fried eggs with the cutlery

And english murder it's all over her face
Just waiting until the right time the wrong lay-by
There'll be a photograph