Perry Farrell все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

We're coming from far and wide
We're singing a song to you
Gather us together
For cake and candle light
The red heifer is here
And cousins of twelve tribes
Count up all our faces
Divide up the cake in pieces

Nasty little perv.
Nasty as they said you were.
Even your wife leaves town on holiday.
Just to get away from you.

Oh you're horrible and undeserving.
Your mac is full of mud and dirt.
He knows, that we know he's a nasty little pervert.

Let me tell ya,
You're at the jubilee, or you're all alone
Because the more, the merrier it sound
friends all tell me so
The birds wake up the grass, and tell everybody, say it's time to grow
The sun whispers to the birds, oh the song yet to be sung....

Song yet to be sung, (song yet to be sung) the song yet to be sung....