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Текст песни "Goodman Rag" |
I went on down for a walk in woods
And then I had to see to my dismay
I met a ripper a mysteries ripper
Something I'd have given away
I had to admit that I new it was somewhere
In the back of my twisted mind
It seems the child who sprung up before me
Never gonna be his kind
Hey there Mr. preacher
Hey there Mr. Smith
If you recognise my friend
You better get a load of this
Goodman I'm gonna give you what you need
Goodman I'm gonna play the demon seed
I don't wanna stray
I never wanna leave the path
I have to stay Cause I've gotta make this feeling last
As we continued on with a journey
The revelations came in a tale or two
Every word that my friend would say
I see them though I saw right through
The puritans and the purifying
Raping women although the streets
They all prevail on my friends occasion
Every other day of the week
Hey there Mr. preacher
Hey there Mr. Smith
If you recognise my friend
You better get a load of this
Goodman I'm gonna give you what you need
Goodman I'm gonna play the demon seed
Don't wanna stray
I never wanna leave the path
I have to stay
Cause I've gotta make this feeling last
I do
Take to the bridge
Oh put the lessons learned and soon forgotten
Hardships coming to secret vales
They wanna keep me hung on the crosses
They'll have to find some bigger nails
I walk the streets like a doubting Thomas
I swear at saints when they pass me by
Nothings pure when everything's tainted
Where am I gonna go when I die
Hey there Mr. preacher
Hey there Mr. Smith
If you recognise my friend
You better get a load of this
Goodman I'm gonna give you what you need
Goodman I'm gonna play the demon seed
I don't wanna stray
And I'm never gonna leave the path
I have to stay
Cause I've gotta make this feeling last
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