Текст песни: Song In The Key Of Chance + перевод

In the chest of a dealer hammers and smelts a foul charge

As he smoothes sour cream from his moll’s pony and metes her an unholy barrage,

(o the living is hard)

Of a rank Summer Saturday here, drunk on domestic beer

The burnt English girls bray like mares, the men leer like snakes…

O there’s no faith in this article baby, no truth and no lie lie lie lie

I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me, it wasn’t for me to ask why

But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye some people weren’t born to

dance

While others are halted mid-step to the beat of a song in the key of chance

Make one sickening body, born of a base urge and a high mind

And make it swing like a witch…

Wealthy young men, hale tall timber, who dally in the Springtime then steady in

the Winter

While over the river, with needles for teeth, the spindle and stick men,

apportioned a grief

Take to drink and drown… drown…

O the stories I love, and the stories I hate

The city horses are tired, give them something to drink

Take the weight of the wagon from off of their shoulders and the iron from

their feet

At the top of the morning, top top top of the street

Is a look when you look look look look into somebody’s eyes and you meet

Is a look when you look look look look into somebody’s eyes

And you know that they’d just as soon kill you as smile

There’s no faith in this article baby, no truth and lie lie lie lie

I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me, it wasn’t for me to ask why

But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye some people weren’t born to

dance

While others are halted mid-step to the beat of a song in the key of chance

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