Текст песни Tourniquet of Roses - The Residents
The
onion's
in
the
fat
And
the
bacon's
bought
the
bat
And
the
Posie's
never
even
near
the
picture
Now
where
to
went
that
rotten
egg
For
feelin'
up
my
lover's
leg
I'll
boil
him
'til
the
begs
to
be
a
breakfast
So
I'm
left
all
alone
Because
my
father
fought
the
foam
And
now
I
can't
accept
the
pharmacy's
prescription
So
now
there
is
a
bank
Where
once
a
summer
spring
reminded
us
Of
what
we
thought
we
ought
to
ding
a
ling
For
ringing,
ringing
rockets
Roar
a
tub
of
a'
lard
today
And
all
that's
left
is
something
else
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is
no
more
to
say
Is
no
more
to
say
now,
is
no
more
to
say
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to
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to
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now,
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to
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