Текст песни Song for the Old Man - Spiritual Front
How
much
sand
in
your
boots?
How
much
dry
bread
in
teeth?
Everyday
is
the
longest
day
Or
maybe
the
day
you
will
never
forget
God
didn′t
save
you
from
the
lack
of
a
rich,
rich
marriage
Nor
your
dictator
saved
you
from
the
big
glorious
war
But
maybe
you
were
saved
just
Because
you
never,
never
believed
No
saint
has
guided
your
wrinkled
hand
But
one
hundred
whores
has
driven
your
shining
cars
I
will
sing
my
worst
South
American
song
at
your
funeral
I
will
song
my
worst
South
American
song
at
your
funeral.
My
old
man
Twenty
years
in
the
tropics
One
hundred
years
of
regrets
Life
is
too
long
to
repent
And
too
short
to
deify
the
bitterness
Your
ironed
shirt,
your
brushed
hair,
Your
perfect
dye
go
beyond
Every
political
conviction
And
against
every
class-fight
I
loved
your
style
and
your
hatred
for
Your
hatred
for
mediocrity
God
will
not
give
you
an
honored
place
But
he
will
envy
your
shined
shoes
I
will
sing
my
worst
South
American
song
at
your
funeral
I
will
song
my
worst
South
American
song
at
your
funeral.
My
old
man
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1 Soulgambler
2 Hey Boy
3 Song for the Old Man
4 The Devourment of the Will
5 Delation / I Live Through You
6 Autopsy of a Love
7 We Could Fail Again
8 Nectar on Your Lips
9 A Long Summer for the Dog of Satan
10 Eucharist of Sodomy
11 Autopsy of a Denied Love
12 The Indulgent Waltz
13 Soulgambler Theme
14 The Bent Invocation
15 Nectar Like Lips
16 Letter from Guyana
17 Hey Frail Boy
18 The Forth Summer
19 We Could Lie Again
20 Purple Cross House
21 Promise Like Bullet
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