Текст песни Shattered (Live at Racket, NYC) - The Rolling Stones

Shadoobie, shattered shattered
Shadoobie, shattered shattered
Shadoobie
Love and hope and sex and dreams are still surviving on the streets
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered
Shadoobie

Friends are so alarming, my lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street, Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic, some kind of fashion
Laughter, joy, and loneliness dreams are still surviving on the streets
And look at me Shattered
Shadoobie
Shadoobie

All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta, I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters, uh-huh

Work and work for love and sex
And ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter?
Shadoobie Shattered Shattered
Shadoobie Shattered Shattered
Shadoobie Shattered hattered

Ah, look at me
Ah, look at me
I'm shattered
Look at me, I'm shattered

Pride and joy and greed and sex, that's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street

And look at me, (shattered)
Look at me (shattered)
I've been battered
What does it matter?
Shadoobie
Shadoobie
Shadoobie
Shadoobie

Don't you know the crime rate's going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town, you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough, tough, tough
You got rats on the west side, bed bugs uptown
What a mess, this town's in tatters, I've been shattered
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan

Shadoobie
Shadoobie
Shadoobie
All My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it up, pile it high on the platter