Joy Division - Gutz | Текст песни

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• Joy Division
• Gutz

... 3, 4 warsaw!

Dont talk to me girl, you know its not nice.

Dont laugh at murder, I wont pay the price.

The facts are too high-powered, so sickened thrill,

Id give that mess up cos it makes you so ill.

Blame bad things on me, whatever you do.

When I come home I will be different from you.

Youre such a chictalk, youre really trussed up.

Dont wanna talk to you, just left me your mum.

Dont be a puppet, always rush you around.

One just for you photo, try and tire me down.

I wont tell him I talk like this all night,

He must be worried cos youre sounding so trite.

Respect is only normal, the way to our lives.

Ever tried to sleep around with a bed for a wife.

Well never change you, if you start acting that way.

If do keep mouths all open, Ill never get a say.

You know whats special, its as dark as I say.

Can you see me, just ourselves,

No comment, copycat!