Представляем точный текст композиции "B.I.G.O.T." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Ike Reilly . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «B.I.G.O.T.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Ike Reilly передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Ike Reilly - "B.I.G.O.T."
Lyrics to B.I.G.O.T. : Pour the old wine, from a new skin take your loose talk and spread it on a wheat thin I heard the news, that youre the next big thing they breed in Switzerland. they know from modeling You gotta breed a better bigot for the band You gotta breed a better bigot for the band You gotta breed a better bigot gotta stick your head in it get the sparkle in the finish and breed a better bigot for the band Back at the art school, they speak in pastels they draw in present tense, they drink from ink wells he was a loner, he moved like a nursery rhyme smelled like dirty hair and art school turpentine once at a truck stop, I read the good news it turned my old boots, it gave me new views it turned my dead fish, into bisqwik fry my chicken into some kind of pacifist Ill take the anti-freeze, you get the jerk beef Ill get the rolaids, you get some relief I bought a cassette, a compilation it was Carrottop and Richard Petty back by operation, sayin breed a better bigot for the band You gotta breed a better bigot for the band You gotta breed a better bigot gotta stick your head in it get the sparkle in the finish and breed a better bigot for the band Took my money to the banks for display stood on a river bridge and waited for a jetstream tossed my cash, watched my fortune blow away all alone on a holiday As my cash blows, as my luck goes as my peace grows, as my priest knows that my god shows, up in some strange clothes and how it feels so, unpredictable lookin down the river for a tree to call a casket saw a baby in the water, floatin in a basket he was a salesmen, god how he closed me he never knew me, god how he knows me dry scales fly in the Illinois wind from that big fat fish that just flopped in You couldnt breed a better bigot for the band You couldnt breed a better bigot for the band You couldnt breed a better bigot if you stuck your head in it get the sparkle in the finish and breed a better bigot for the band Im part of nothing, I wish I was though part of something bigger than myself now Im part of nothing, I wish I was though part of something bigger than myself now Im part of nothing, I wish I was though part of something bigger than myself now Im part of nothing, I wish I was though part of something bigger than myself now [ B.I.G.O.T. Lyrics ]
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