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Wallflowers
Wallflowers — Sugarfoot
Wallflowers — Sugarfoot (текст песни)
Sugarfoot’s got two hands Just as long as he can see One hand in the birdfeed And a hand in the apple tree He stands in line, just a little behind A yellow moon that hangs he’s all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links Of his own chain gang You oughta see this home that he own It’s like a box of jewelry He’s got his own church bell And his bed it lays in a gallery And all the colors they shine like flames Coming in through the window pane They end up getting checked over twice For the reds of someone’s veins It’s so cold and blown all apart It’s so cold and needing of a heart He stands alone on the top of his home Where all the blue birds flown Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries As he moans through a saxophone He reaches high with his hands in the sky And puts his fingers right into the storm Always one to stand under the moon And blow on his own horn And anyone with anything has already begun to think That somebody down there knows Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt And buried someone’s rainbow It’s so cold and blown all apart It’s so cold and needing of a heart It’s so cold and blown all apart It’s so cold and needing of a heart Well, I know you ain’t my enemy The only one’s inside of me He’s killing me getting free I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick And fix me up on a stick And all I’ve ever got to be Is everything I wanna be And Sugarfoot disagrees He still stands tall underneath that apple tree Man, he’s still watching me His chain gang is tryin’ to pull me down Like the birds and the fireflies They shoot arrows up into the skies And they burn all the feathers dry Well, he only wants to fill his belly up