paroles de chanson The Liquidator - Van Der Graaf Generator
I
read
the
news
in
a
paper:
No
flowers,
please,
donations
to
charity
Like
the
N.S.P.C.V.d.G.G.
–
Yeh,
send
the
money
To
Guy
and
Hugh
and
David
and
me.
It′s
a
joke,
There
is
no
hope
left,
Oh,
whoever
might
disagree.
Tell
me
juicy
rumours,
Dish
me
the
dirt,
Go
on
and
rip
the
back
right
off
my
shirt.
Tell
me
how
I
hate
Hugh
Banton,
Tell
us
that
the
bank
account
is
zero
And
that
anyway
there's
no-one
left
to
play
to...
Oh,
well,
there
you
go.
Are
we
ever
going
to
get
this
act
together
on
time?
It′s
been
totally
screwed
up
and
I
really
just
don't
know.
Is
there
any
way
of
keeping
a
clean
feed
line?
It's
out
of
the
question
when
the
triple
distortion
booster′s
blown.
"Jackson,
please!"
"What′s
the
matter,
man?"
"You're
freaking
me
out,
you
know."
Only
playing
happy
families,
Maybe
playing
different
tunes,
Always
playing
too
hard,
too
fast,
too
soon.
Waiting
for
our
fate
to
take
us,
Waiting
for
the
liquidator,
Can′t
be
cut
off
by
the
paper
In
the
middle
of
a
show.
Waiting
for
our
fate
to
take
us,
Waiting
for
the
liquidator,
The
only
news
is
bad
news
And
the
only
story's
breaking
up
Or
carrying
on.
Waiting,
waiting,
waiting,
waiting...
Carrying
on.
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