Представляем точный текст композиции "Holiday In New York" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Ike Reilly . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Holiday In New York» — 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 - "Holiday In New York"
Lyrics to Holiday In New York : Beautiful girl, clean as a whistle Took my dollar at the tollbooth tressel Got a government job, she dont seem to really care about it now Beautiful girl do the government hustle Got your job in the fix with big city muscle Im pretty certain you wont ever wanna sleep with me again Cuz you need more and more and more and more And I cant get you off Heres to your loss thats standing guard over your religion Sixteen garage bands a playin In New York City on Memorial Day Skinny little punks in smart dark suits like grooms on wedding cakes Sixteen more got MCs sayin that the world is a lost, lyin bitch I shake the hand right off the man that swore hed make me rich Makin that money in sediments rubble with all your made up legal trouble its startin to look a little bit more like a con-game to me now I give you more and more and more and more And still you cant get off Heres to your loss thats standing guard over your religion My bachelor friend got some cocaine trouble Went to New York City as a family man Said the devil needs money, like anybody else, so I pay him whatever I can But lately, all he talks about, is himself, in all his clout And the long, long nights when the cocaine shouts, baby you cant go home Well you take more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more you take more and more and more and more and still you cant get off Heres to your loss, standing guard, over your religion I would drink the water from their baths just to keep those devils off my back I dreamed I slit their throats, and went back to work again And when it all comes down, When you come to grips As you keep the things, that you cant keep hid Save your cruelest words, for the sweetest things And you heartless friends say you know baby youre gonna look back... And you take more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more you take more and more and more and more and still you cant get off Heres to your loss, standing guard, over your religion [ Holiday In New York Lyrics ]
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