Текст песни: Tastes Like Funk + перевод

I’m gonna sing my blues, to the rattle of a sidewinder

Sing it to insomniac kids, and set their heads on fire

So turn that gain way higher, it’ll help you find your blue skies sunny eyes

And while the whole street sleeps, you and I

Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days

I could have been anything I could have been a saint

But in the end, we all die just the same

And when I’m dead I’m dead and I’m done

All I wanna say is that it was fun

Cause I 'ain't no hippie and I ain’t no punk

But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk

Let there be peace on Mother Earth, and God will save the Queen

And then we’ll move it to the promised land, in the back of a blacked out

limousine

Do it for your gray lunged martyrs, and do it for your twisted spine Fathers

Do it for your ha-ha heroics, of the unsung poet

Get blazed, get blazed and we raise a glass for the end of days

I could have been anything I could have been a saint

But in the end, we all die just the same

And when I’m dead I’m dead and I’m done

All I wanna say is that it was fun

Cause I 'ain't no hippie and I ain’t no punk

But I love that tastes cause it tastes like funk

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