Bài hát Black Castles Báo Lỗi

In the street, they're digging holes and in the sinks

They're swilling coal-tar, baby. Feathers stuck on

Poles. They're waiting for the gas man (Goo-goo-

Ga-chew!) Tube train claims it's fifteenth victim of an

Average week. He tripped. A family man with no

Ambition, meek as plastic tulips. He made it to page

53, they wrapped him round a fish and threw him

In the stew (Goo-goo-ga-chew.) Tuesday, it rained

Glue balls; Wednesday morning was the smog.

They moved in on the West Side--rubber masks

On. They torched the whole damn lot. The people

Died; they fenced it off. But still te peepos watch

From the top floor of the Euro Tower. Round and

Round, 12 hours. Fountains. Fillet steak, a waiter with

A bow-tie. Press it, squeeze it, and it spits. Oh

Cologne! We smell OK, the O-Zone's safe, we

Keep things underground. The sound we hear is

Sweet soul music to the tannoy. Chew your gum and

Close your eyes and nothing can annoy you.