Текст песни Rape - Ian Hunter
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                singin' 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                singin' 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                    a 
                                                glorious 
                                                feelin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                happy 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                he 
                                                searched 
                                                through 
                                                his 
                                                love 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                thief 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                searched 
                                                through 
                                                his 
                                                face 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                guilt 
                                                water 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                he's 
                                                fresh 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                tears 
                                                and 
                                                nobody 
                                                has 
                                                come
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                justice 
                                                has 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                moon 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                city 
                                                stay 
                                                open 
                                                and 
                                                clear
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                his 
                                                vision 
                                                ain't 
                                                good 
                                                and 
                                                his 
                                                mind's 
                                                disappeared
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                along 
                                                mother 
                                                nature, 
                                                they 
                                                spat 
                                                at 
                                                your 
                                                son
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                justice 
                                                has 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                beauty 
                                                is 
                                                lying 
                                                alone 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                park
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                friend 
                                                has 
                                                gone 
                                                bowling 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                alleys 
                                                so 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where's 
                                                her 
                                                knight 
                                                in 
                                                white 
                                                Armour 
                                                who 
                                                rides 
                                                    a 
                                                chrome 
                                                Ford
 
                                    
                                
                                                Justice 
                                                would 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                bored
 
                                    
                                
                                                Justice 
                                                would 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                bored
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                knife 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                life 
                                                penetrated 
                                                the 
                                                bait
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                he 
                                                thinks 
                                                'o 
                                                the 
                                                sister 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                mother 
                                                that 
                                                he 
                                                hates
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                thinks 
                                                he'll 
                                                get 
                                                off 
                                                'cos 
                                                he's 
                                                sick, 
                                                rich, 
                                                and 
                                                stoned
 
                                    
                                
                                                Justice 
                                                was 
                                                made 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                honed
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                justice 
                                                was 
                                                made 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                honed
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                his 
                                                lawyer 
                                                is 
                                                smiling 
                                                one 
                                                hell 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                'N 
                                                he's 
                                                lying 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                lies 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                lies 
                                                in 
                                                exile
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                she's 
                                                dying 
                                                of 
                                                grief, 
                                                he's 
                                                defending 
                                                his 
                                                brief
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                justice 
                                                would 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                cheap
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                justice 
                                                would 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                cheap
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                I've 
                                                searched 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                falling 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                searched 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                failed
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                searched 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                jury, 
                                                the 
                                                judge 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                jailed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sleeping 
                                                beauty 
                                                is 
                                                dead, 
                                                no 
                                                use 
                                                pricking 
                                                her 
                                                thumb
 
                                    
                                
                                                Justice 
                                                has 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                justice 
                                                has 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                Justice, 
                                                just 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                Justice, 
                                                just 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                Justice, 
                                                just 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not
 
                                    
                                
                            1 (God) Advice to a Friend
2 Apathy
3 Weary Anger
4 Letter to Britannia from the Union Jack
5 All American Alien Boy
6 Irene Wilde
7 Restless Youth
8 Rape
9 You Nearly Did Me In
10 Apathy 83
11 God (Take I)
12 To Rule Britannia From Union Jack - Session Outtake
13 Irene Wilde - Take 1 - Session Outtake
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