Текст песни «Bronco Billy» от Stickshift Rocketship

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Stickshift Rocketship - "Bronco Billy"

Lyrics to Bronco Billy :

Well Bronco Billys in the war room, breaking bottles in his teeth,

And Margaret Marys seeing pixies cause she aint been out in weeks.

And all of Maybilene is dried in little puddles on her cheeks. 

So dont go doubting all the naysayers girl.



Had I told you this was coming, youd have never understood.

And youd have ran off with the waiter, bait it out in Hollywood.

Saw a Beatle out in Central Park and Dysentery Dave,

And you didnt even take his picture.



While every body elses lovers leave them flowers for the queen,

Ive been locked inside an elevator, staring at my feet.

And while the titty bars on Broadway made a harlot of you all,

Bronco Billy cooked his cocaine in the hall.



Now Mother Nature, hand it over,

And get your rocks off with the soldiers out the back door.

Got a secret if you wanna, meet a million organ donors in the subway. 



Now after seven-hundred cigarettes and all the fuzzy pictures.

And all the hollow compliments from all the babysitters.

You never saw the underside, where everybody said,

There were circus stars and Christmas carols. 



Well theres a floor for all the circus freaks in every other room,

where all the bearded ladies congregate on rainy afternoons.

You must have known the rolly-pollies crush like Lilliput

When you lean on all the empty buildings.



And any self-respecting killer, with even half a soul to lose

Would never leave the house with any hero in his shows. 

Get your methadone and hurry home. The worlds about to end. 

Gotta mood ring if you hurt your feelings.



Now Mother Nature, hand it over,

And get your rocks off with the soldiers out the back door.

Got a secret if you wanna, meet a million organ donors out the subway. 



Gimme love, Gimme love, Gimme love, 

Gimme cigarettes, baby!

Gimme love, Gimme love, Gimme love, 

Gimme cigarettes, baby!


[ Bronco Billy Lyrics  ]

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