Stalin Malone
Elvis Costello
GENRE
I'm going to make you even fear the dream you dream
Don't even think about it don't make a wish
You think that I don't see you as you trawl those young weak fish
Hooked on those poor wonders, till they want you alone
Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock
From the squeals of saxophones
That's when they'll fear my name
I'm telling you the day will come
When this man gets what he merits
Though people still wear animal skins to ward off evil spirits
Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the dormitory town
Until horse's heads up in thе trees came dripping down
Yes, horse's hеads hung in the trees after the bird had flown
Did you wonder of my whereabouts
As the barrack-room was blown?
Did anybody call my name?
In a room called creation, where you all obey my laws
Where Seconal is gravity and pain is like applause
You think that this phenomenon is some coincidence
But I've got people everywhere, you're under my surveillance
In the pocket of my pants
Okay, she left me, but I'll soon get over that
Falling out of the "Blood Tub" and rolling, on my back
Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a Punch and Judy bird
Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder
To overhear forbidden songs her lover must have known
Between the pity and advice...
"There's no one here to help you now, but speak after the tone"
Leave for me a message of hope
Now the church door is a roller-shutter with padlocks and keys
Just like all of the other dispensaries
The saloon is like a casket, stained wood and human dust
Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke
The wooden clock said time for her to dance
Dressed only in a flower
As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird
That it spits out on the hour
I'd drop out of sight and disappear, turn up in another town
But somehow I can't seem to put it down now, put it down
You're probably wonder why I'm here, I don't trust myself alone
Do I have to see her fall into his arms before I can atone
Get my jacket on, get my story straight
I'm leaving on my own
Don't even think about it don't make a wish
You think that I don't see you as you trawl those young weak fish
Hooked on those poor wonders, till they want you alone
Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock
From the squeals of saxophones
That's when they'll fear my name
I'm telling you the day will come
When this man gets what he merits
Though people still wear animal skins to ward off evil spirits
Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the dormitory town
Until horse's heads up in thе trees came dripping down
Yes, horse's hеads hung in the trees after the bird had flown
Did you wonder of my whereabouts
As the barrack-room was blown?
Did anybody call my name?
In a room called creation, where you all obey my laws
Where Seconal is gravity and pain is like applause
You think that this phenomenon is some coincidence
But I've got people everywhere, you're under my surveillance
In the pocket of my pants
Okay, she left me, but I'll soon get over that
Falling out of the "Blood Tub" and rolling, on my back
Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a Punch and Judy bird
Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder
To overhear forbidden songs her lover must have known
Between the pity and advice...
"There's no one here to help you now, but speak after the tone"
Leave for me a message of hope
Now the church door is a roller-shutter with padlocks and keys
Just like all of the other dispensaries
The saloon is like a casket, stained wood and human dust
Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke
The wooden clock said time for her to dance
Dressed only in a flower
As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird
That it spits out on the hour
I'd drop out of sight and disappear, turn up in another town
But somehow I can't seem to put it down now, put it down
You're probably wonder why I'm here, I don't trust myself alone
Do I have to see her fall into his arms before I can atone
Get my jacket on, get my story straight
I'm leaving on my own
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