Текст песни: Angels, Punks and Raging Queens + перевод

We played this dive in the village

somewhere on the edge,

during the breaks I’d hang outside

have a smoke, sitting on a ledge.

I watched the parade as it passed by

the junkies and hot-to-trot teens,

and it felt so right to be sharing the night

with angels, punks and raging queens

We played that gig for a long time

got to know some folks,

have them some change or took their cards

heard their schemes listened to their jokes.

Sometimes they’d stop and hear my song on route to their fabulous scenes,

and I still get laughs from old photographs

with angels, punks and raging queens.

Well I loved that time in the village

though I still don’t know what it means,

matrons and whores, intillectual bores,

angels, punks and raging queens.

We passed that place like a phantom

and everything has changed,

that lousy dive is a sleek boutique

prorities rearranged.

I long for the mix of the bad old days

the ball gowns and torn up jeans.

And I sing this song,

for the souls who have gone,

sweet angels, punks and raging queens. Ooh-ooh…

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