Pere Ubu - Wheelhouse - text písně

Have you ever felt like a one horse town has come your way?
Have you ever felt like a one horse town has come your way?
Have you ever felt like a one horse town has come your way,
came to stay?
In a wheelhouse big gears are grinding.
In a wheelhouse great big gears are grinding
In a wheelhouse big gears are grinding.
In a wheelhouse they grind.

Have you ever crossed a threshing room floor?
(When the dust hangs in the air?)
Have you ever crossed a threshing room floor?
(When the dust hangs in the air?)
Have you ever crossed a threshing room floor?
(When the dust hangs in the air?) Cuz I have.
Have you ever thought that you might be the clown?
(When the light hangs in the dust?)
Have you ever thought that you might be the clown?
(When the light hangs in the dust?)
Have you ever thought that you might be the clown?
(When the light hangs in the dust?)

In a center ring,
across a hot floor,
no one knows who you used to be,
or where you've been,
or what you've done,
or the things that you feel?

In a wheelhouse big gears are grinding.
In a wheelhouse great big gears are grinding
In a wheelhouse big gears are grinding.

In a wheelhouse great big gears are grinding.
In a wheelhouse the great big gears are grinding.
In a wheelhouse big gears grind.
Big gears grind

Přidal: supercheer dne 05. 09. 2007 v 17:21.
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