Текст песни: Still in Paradise + перевод

I got stuck in paradise

I’m free in my head

Changed my attitude

And my head’s turned dred

I just met Mickey Maloney

On the beach down the shore

Said to call him in New York

And come knock on some doors

I thought it was kind

It’s not on my mind

I’m sitting here

Doin some quality time

This one’s for them babies bigots?

In Madison Avenue

In their stretch limosines

And three page contracts too

And the?? hair of the trendies?

Who didn’t have a clue

And if they did, didn’t know what to do

And for my buddies in freight elevators

And 8th Avenue

With their flight-cases and axes

And their tokens too

Intelligenes

Show shredded jeans?

But still survived by gigs and scenes

And for Bob and they boys

Down in Washington square

I miss you all, I just wish you were here

I got stuck in paradise

I’m free in my head

Changed my attitude

And my head’s turned dred

I just met Mickey Maloney

On the beach down the shore

Said to call him in New York

And come knock on some doors

I thought it was kind

It’s not on my mind

I’m sitting here

Doin some quality time

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