Текст песни Chilli Con Carne (Remastered) - Max Charles

I wanna die

He was a man with a small threshold of
Thinking that he'd struck gold despite impurities
She had a hand that was still unbound and
It caused him to frown, he wasn't a nominee

La, da, da da da
La da da, dum

He was a man from Azerbaijan
He was setting unrealistic goals for himself to pursue
His sights were set on his dear Chilli Con Carne
It's not her fault a madman was the thing that she made out of you

Woah, woah oh oh oh
Woah, woah oh oh oh

He was a man that had much to gain but
All he sought was pain, the other path was clear
Her heart was drawn to a fisherman
He's but a pawn of the whole chessboard

He was a man from Azerbaijan
He was setting unrealistic goals for himself to pursue
His sights were set on his dear Chilli Con Carne
It's not her fault a madman was the thing that she made out of you

Woah, woah oh oh oh
Woah, woah oh oh oh

To reach out far yet never get
Reach a little further
Coûter les yeux de la tête
He's not the best learner
Stop asking these rhetorical questions and just answer

TommyB, my man
Listen up

Woah, woah oh oh oh
Woah, woah oh oh oh

He was a man from Azerbaijan
He was setting unrealistic goals for himself to pursue
His sights were set on his dear Chilli Con Carne
It's not her fault a goddamn psychopath was all she saw in you

Woah, woah oh oh oh
Woah, woah oh oh oh