Текст песни Cluster Subs - Andrew Wyatt
Vietnam,
back
in
the
good
old
days
You
could
almost
hear
the
atom
bombs
I've
suddenly
been
cut
to
pieces
Voices
on
the
stereo
are
on
the
line,
and
the
cities
blossoming
for
all
mankind
Daydreamer,
riding
the
train
out
to
see
your
sister
at
Mount
Holyoke
I've
suddenly
been
shot
to
ribbons
Lining
up
to
hear
them
play
fleur
de
lis,
and
that
old
sensation
coming
over
me
You
can
namaste
all
you
bloody
want
to
You
can
curse
my
name
all
you
bloody
want
to,
want
to
I
don't
care
There's
a
sun
in
the
middle
that
cannot
fail
There's
a
child
in
the
theatre
that's
unaware
that
our
subs
are
out
in
the
gulf,
Their
airtight
hatches
are
shut.
Letterman,
aint
it
a
shame
that
now
we
should
say
our
goodbye?
I've
suddenly
been
shot
to
ribbons
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