Текст песни Tightrope Walkin - Jonathan AKA J Dub

Well, Bacchus never judges
Never tells me I'm wrong
So break the bulletproof glass
And call the silent alarm
She was yearning for the turnstile
She was wanting to be amused
We shared Peruvian jewels
Old newspapers, and the blues
Now angels wake me up in the morning
Moaning til the sunshine shakes
And devils lay me down in the evening
With their jacked wooden stakes
Because my baby's tying sheets together for the funeral pyre
I watched her climb out mama's window and end up
Burning in the choir
Yeah yeah yeah

Tightrope Walking
Ground's getting bigger
If she's falling
I want to fall with her
Tightrope walking, hey
I don't want to trick her
Kid, this is is a stick up

Tightrope Walking
Ground's getting bigger
If she's falling
I want to fall with her
Tightrope walking, hey
I don't want to trick her
Kid, this is is a stick up

Now, that's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning

That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do
Early in the morning