The Housemartins - Bow Down [The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death, 1987] | Текст песни

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• The Housemartins
• Bow Down [The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death, 1987]

Mother, father, I think that I would rather Stay at home with you for another year That buildings so tall and it makes me feel so small That I might get lost and simply disappear Evil smiles wont change my mind Im worried and Im not the worrying kind Whys that man rubbing his hands Looking at me writing down his plans? Today I have been moulding plasticine And I made a little man who looked just like me His limbs were so weak and he couldnt move hiw mouth to speak And I could bend him into any shape I wanted him to be Evil smiles wont change my mind Im worried and Im not the worrying kind Whys that man rubbing his hands Looking at me writing down his plans? Those kids with the blazers on They went in with names on their elbows Came home with medals on Spit it out thats the way the story goes A flying start for the briefcase crew Oh, you didnt have to teach me like you did But you did And you didnt have to beat me like you did But you did But you did You did You did