Poplin Twist - текст песни
Poplin Twist
Psychodelic band gives them a rhytm Swollen procession in disgusting hops Look at the blind - men following the sound Exciting cacophony - money play but...
...I leave the shadow of my shapely ass For these sick prophets, leave them alone Let them creep, let them rot in peace In their poplin, poplin twist
In morbid dance You stifle
I am indignant at this dancing I'm gonna vomit, I'm burning out And crowd is howling in ecstasy
Bravo for conductor, money play but... ...I leave the shadow of my...
Close this shed Sister you became wild You shake your ass in a bad rhytm My dear friend you lose your good manners
If you only feel the blues, jah, jah, jah
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