Mark Knopfler - Broken Bones - text písně

She likes a man with a broken nose
Lucky for me, I suppose
Shots coming in like the monthly bills
Soon they'll be saying I'm over the hill

Well the bell goes clang
And you're on your own
You take your medicine and go home
You take it like a man, on the chin
And you don't make a fuss
When the towel comes in

Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don't want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face?

Those broken bones
You pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home
Broken bones
You pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home

He had the punch lines, I was the joke
Every shot felt like something broke
It was all much more
Than a man should stand
And I finally went down
To a big right hand

Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don't want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face?

Those broken bones
You pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home
Broken bones
You pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home

Broken bones
You pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home
Broken bones
You pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home

Carry 'em
Broken bones
Carry 'em
Broken bones
You pick 'em up and carry 'em
You pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones
You pick 'em up and carry 'em

Přidal: semir11 dne 18. 03. 2015 v 13:08.
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