Текст песни Carlos and The Bandidos - Jockey Full Of Bourbon.
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Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
";To the carnival"; is what she said
...
Edna Million в черном мини
Dutch Pink на поезде в центре города
Пистолет за два доллара, но оружие не хочет стрелять
Я в углу под проливным дождём
Шестнадцать человек на сундук мертвеца
И я, выпиваю из сломанной чашки
Две пары штанов и мохровый жилет
Я полон бурбона, я не могу стоять на ногах
Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
Шиффер разбил бутылку об голову Моргана
А я ступаю на хвост дьявола
Пересекая линии полной луны
И бары кубинской тюрьмы
Кровавые пальцы на фиолетовом ноже
Фламинго, пьющий из бокала коктейль
Я на лужайке с чьей-то женой
Восхищаюсь представлением сверху мачты
Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
Я сказал эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
Бульварная газетёнка на гонконгской кровати
Рожок Стазибо и поездка в Сизерлэнд
К карнавалу - вот, что она сказала
Сто долларов создают темноту внутри
Миллион капель под плащом мертвеца
Голландская гвоздика на поезде в центре города
Пистолет за два доллара, но оружие не хочет стрелять
Я в углу под проливным дождём
Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки
Эй, маленькая птица, лети домой
Твой дом в огне, твои дети одиноки Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun will not shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can not stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
& quot ;; To the carnival & quot ;; is what she said
...
Edna Million in a black mini
Dutch Pink on a train to the city center
Gun for two dollars , but the weapon did not want to shoot
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
Sixteen people on the Dead Man's Chest
And I drink from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and vest mohrovy
I'm full of bourbon , I can not stand on their feet
Hey little bird , fly home
Your house is on fire , your children alone
Hey little bird , fly home
Your house is on fire , your children alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on the head of Morgan
And I step on the tail of the devil
Crossing the line of the full moon
And the Cuban prison bars
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone's wife
Admire the view from the top of the mast
Hey little bird , fly home
Your house is on fire , your children alone
Hey little bird , fly home
Your house is on fire , your children alone
I said hey little bird , fly home
Your house is on fire , your children alone
Hey little bird , fly home
Your house is on fire , your children alone
The tabloid rag on the Hong Kong bed
Stazibo horn and a trip to Sizerlend
Go to the carnival - that's what she said
Hundred dollars create darkness inside
Million drops under the cloak of a dead man
Dutch clove on the train to the city center
Gun for two dollars , but the weapon did not want to shoot
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
Hey little bird , fly home
Your house is on fire , your children alone
Hey little bird , fly home
Your house is on fire , your children alone
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