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Stations Of The Cross

アーティスト:Elvis Costello  アルバム:National Ransom 

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Tempest blows up from a squall Past the Cape of Bad Conscience into the Gulf of the Cauldron Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten Exposing the roots like in the dyed hair of slattern The scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small Outside the wind is punchin', there's no one to hear it No one hears the bell ring except the one who comes to fear it And they continue to brawl He's buyin' his way into heaven I suppose He weeps at the blows But down in a location that we cannot disclose He turns the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross Crowd done up dandy in diamonds and finery Bayin' and howlin', all blood-lusty callin' Fists like pistons, faces like meat spoilin' Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys, haul Later in the evenin', Molly and her gunman Go down the stairs to the dive like a dungeon Meanwhile in the backroom, there's a girl like a sponge Sayin', "Bring him along as a constable's truncheon" The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come Then blows them all to the hereafter Who's scuttling away now and


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