Текст песни «Walter Westinghouse» от Residents (The)

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Residents (The) - "Walter Westinghouse"

Lyrics to Walter Westinghouse :

Walter Westinghouse went to town

He found a friend today

His friend was peeling ceiling wax as

He heard Walter say:



"Love me tender, love me sweet

Love me like I love my feet

Sit me down with Ezra Pound

But dont forget to eat.



Or cause a country boy to cook

A carrot or a cake

But dont forget the feelings

Of a friend are hard to fake."



He lives a life of April leaves

Respondent to the thought that



"Often things you caught or bought 

Were not the ones you sought."



Now his December is a sender

Singing songs he knows

But all the words are: 

"Cheese" and

"Please" and

"Boy, I hope it snows."



He buys the bacon, and the achin

In his heart is due

To overcoats and Quaker Oats

And if his wife should sue.



Wanda Wanda where you went and

Tell me whatd you take'

                                         I took the tongue of Philip Jung

                                         And left it in the lake.

But, my dear, I think I fear

That you had lost your way.

                                         Cause scrambled eggs,

                                         Cause scrambled eggs,

                                         Were all hed let me bake.

                  He said, "Your trust is like a crust

                  Too brittle and too thin."

                                         I said youre full of nigger nuts

                                         And look like Rin Tin Tin.

Is common ground not ever found

But flees from dad to son'

Or is it just believing that the

Evening steals the sun.

                                        I said your snoot is full of poot

                                        And should be in a shoe

                                        And then I said your stupid bed

                                        Is better off than... you...



Oh, come home, Dear!

Eat Exuding Oinks Upon

And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones

At Caustic Spells of Hell.

                                        Huh, Whats that, Dear' Huh'

Eat Exuding Oinks Upon

And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones

At Caustic Spells of Hell!            Eat Exuding Oinks Upon'

                                        And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones'

                                        At Caustic Spells of Hell'

Yes, Eat Exuding Oinks Upon

And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones

At Caustic Spells of Hell!



EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!

EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!

EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!

EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!

EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!

EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!

EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!

EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!

EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!

He sees the threads of worn out treads

And calls his color true

     And calls his color true

          And calls his color true

               And calls his color true

                    And calls his color true

                         And calls his color true

                              And calls his color true

                                   And calls his color true

                                        And calls his color true

                                             And calls his color true

                                                  And calls his color true...


[ Walter Westinghouse Lyrics  ]

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