Pere Ubu - Phone Home Jonah - text písně

I lost my will by the side of the road
when it flew out the window like a bird before the rain.
Up on Crystal Hill I will be crawlin around
in the dust
on my belly when the sun goes down, sayin,
Memory of you is like the mist on a river,
like the hard luck story of an indian giver.
It follows me around just to dog my trail, sayin,
Phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale.
How hard are you?

I thought I could run
I thought I could hide
I thought I mighta hitched one helluva ride
I will phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale, sayin,
Hang on buddy! I shoulda knowed
Memory of you is like the mist on a river,
like the hard luck story of an indian giver.
It follows me around just to dog my trail, sayin,
How much longer can you stand to fail?
how hard are you?

I thought I could run
I thought I could hide
I thought I mighta hitched one helluva ride
It follows me around just to dog my trail, sayin,
Phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale!
How hard are you?

Přidal: supercheer dne 05. 09. 2007 v 17:20.
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