Testo di Binoculars

Blam, zing, mule kicks Real life John Wayne Nerves twitch, legs kick Death, pain It's a shame to say You're such a bore today Though the picture is quite okay Your expression has gone away If you just sit on your arse The whole world won't gasp The little dog laughed to see such a farce It was quite insane Nerves twitch, legs kick Real life, death, pain You might as well say nothing for real Than bore us with the things that you feel If that's tough on you You know that it's up to you It's not like it's too much to do What a pity to waste your time Meanwhile John Wayne and Rip Torn Are making us all yawn Words and thoughts travel at different speeds And make no sense to me Nerves twitch, legs itch Blam, zing, death, bleed ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ You might as well say nothing for real Than bore us with the things that you feel If that's tough on you You know that it's up to you Not like it's too much to do What a pity to waste your time Meanwhile John Wayne and Rip Torn Are making us all yawn Words and thoughts travel at different speeds And make no sense to me Nerves twitch, legs kick Blam, zing, death, bleed