Текст песни: I. Formerly Hail Centurion: The Town That Lost Its Groove Supply + перевод

There was Esther in the street, a look of stunned decay

There was Milo in his skirt, an apathetic grey

Autumn leaves refuse to fall, Alphaville’s unscreened

A row of silent discotheques, the council not convened

The glory that was Morey’s Sex Shoppe is down to its last X

Cardboard boxes line the curbs all filled with old T-Rex

A hole punched in the whiskey flask

A thousand tanks all parched for gas

Billboard babies eulogized

You’ll never know if she’s in order

You’ll never know what she’s about

You just try to keep yourself together

When the Groove Supply has given out

You’ll never know if she’s in order

You’ll never know what she’s about

The town that lost its Groove Supply is breathing its own dust

The town that lost its Groove Supply just needs to be discussed

But no one cares, no one can care, surely none of us

The last time I saw Groove Supply she was getting on the bus

You’ll never know if she’s in order

You’ll never know what she’s about

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