Andy Warhol - текст песни
Andy Warhol
Was he a painter
Underground major
Wasn’t he conspiring with ralph nader
Sunday afternoons in central park
Was he a writer
A freedom fighter
Did he make your world a little brighter
Mondays after dark
Andy warhol had to die
We don’t know why
We don’t know why
Now he’s painting passersby
In his corner of the sky
Was he a thinker
A heavy drinker
Was nixon wrapped around his finger
I’ve heard crazy alli swear he was
Was he a controller
A hip rock n’ roller
Did he realize that the war was over
Or let them go on just because
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While lou’s still walking on the wild side
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Now I’ve been working
Nights at the diner
Where a soup can serves as my reminder
Did he ever draw jfk
Has anyone seen him
Talked to him lately
Would you tell him that I’m waiting
Sunday afternoons in central park
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