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• Artiste: Kevin Coyne
• Titre: Some Dark Day
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They say that women are made of bliss All lips and eyes to flash All ears of gold and perfect beauty showing It's all trash They say that God has arms of Heaven Smashing crutches laughing One hundred weight of fleeces All chaste for his creation but They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong And some dark day And some dark day They're going to find they're lying They say that money makes nasty men Crushes hearts inside us They shout out chunks of history And St. Paul to guide us I've heard my mother say "Son, help grown ladies cross the road" Though she doesn't realize Grown ladies crush her toes They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong And some dark day And some dark day They're going to find they're lying Some loudmouth speaks of perfect sex All sweating, muscles coming I don't know where they got the lie I just see rooms all rocking When people say, "Shake hands and smile" I see the beast all hairy All they see is a golden mirror A landscape, lakes and fairies but They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong And some dark day And some dark day And some dark day They're going to find they're lying My father says "You must not know because we know already" He prefers the greens kept right down He likes his cakewalk steady I do believe that school taught me To remember sticks and lashes Though people tell me school was nice All flags and toothy flashes but They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong And some dark day And some dark day They're going to find they're lying Come on Well, okay new boy, hold my hand Wear the helmet of the dawn Kiss the smart man close to you Watch his fist, ooh, here it comes They say your Vicar wants to help But that is not true He's like the rest all in the pen A pocket's waiting for you They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong They're wrong, they're wrong And some dark day And some dark day You're going to find they're lying, okay