Текст песни Poor Boy - David Byrne , Brian Eno

A truck parked this morning- outside the grocery store
Friends face the future- they′re wearing summer clothes
Great cosmic forces- like falling dominoes
I love talking funny- it's the only song I know
Sweet smart and sexy- the day my life began
Burnt out and damaged- I dragged my body home
This slice is runny- it′s dripping down my clothes
Flies stick to honey- it's the only game they know
Poor Boy-I walk into the river in my hat and shoes
Poor Boy-I'm sittin at the table with a knife and spoon
Life fast die happy- don′t let your panties show
They trust market forces- it′s the only song they know
So come and rock my soul- where sin and sorry lie
White horses carry me- unto the other side
Poor Boy- I'm livin in a country where my thoughts are cold
Poor Boy- I′m waitin for the harvest of the seeds I sow
A flower in the night- with thoughts of days gone by
I've got to ring that bell- and I′ll be satisfied
Poor Boy- I'm wearin silver slippers and a long white gown
Poor boy- I picture in my mind the day the walls come down
Poor Boy- I′m livin in a country where I'm never free
Poor Boy- I'm writing down the names of all the things I see-