Текст песни: The Traveller + перевод

Well it’s a hard time for the traveller

And it’s a high time for the poor

Something’s very wrong here

This key won’t fit the door

I’m gonna call a lawyer

Gonna call the president

Sure I heard the words you said

I just don’t know what you meant

Won’t manhandle anymore

Just wanna tell the world I’m home

Yes I’m home

Slide over baby

Your bad dream’s back again

Got a rifle — totin' man

He’s got a shot-gun in his hand

We don’t care no more

We’ve got a dead — bolt on the door

Tonight we’re gonna see who wins

We’re gonna suffer for our sins

We’re gonna knock down all the windows

We’re gonna let the cold wind blow

I don’t understand the bother

Appreciate the fuss

Fogging up the windows

On a big fat greyhound bus

Everybody’s talkin'

There’s such a carry on

By the time they form a posse'

I’ll be long gone

I’m home

I’m back

I’m home

Ooh alright baby

Your bad dream’s back again

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