We fell so far from home, conscious of all the questions you will never ask. I'll wait and see if you can ever reach a different ending. I'm holding
living saints. Been killing me for weeks A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasn't been fair for long Growing up isn't moving on All my friends are living saints
Sexual attraction, its all in the eye Like oil on water, aint no reason why Somebody rejects you, don't you feel like you could die Oh spare me don't
She grew up on St. George's Lane She drove slow and had a pretty fast backhand She always hated it when it rained It started out on St. George's Lane
You got the money, the big career You can fly most anywhere to get away from here I got my man, we ain't too tight But we can rock all night the roof
Tonight I went out with some old friends We laughed and joked and oh we downed a few I was feeling strong, till someone played our song I've still got
O' I recall some ball room brawls That I got myself into Just a stitch or two Got me back together But, what's it take to ease a leak That came with
The time has come for action Leave your satisfaction Can't you hear St. George's tune When George's tune is calling you on? Freedom was your mother Fight
in your eye You've never seen the man with nothing to say I can tell by the look in your eye You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way Is
Je n'avais jamais ote mon chapeau Devant personne Maintenant je rampe et je fait le beau Quand ell' me sonne J'etais chien mechant, ell' me fait manger
The time has come for action Leave your satisfaction Can?t you hear St. George?s tune St. George?s tune is calling on you Freedom was your mother Fight
Oh, I recall some barroom brawls that I got myself into just a stitch or two got me back together but what it takes to ease the ache that came with losing
Tonight I went out with some old friends We laughed and joked and oh we downed a few I was feeling strong, till someone played our song I still have some
never sixty miles away Go For Harry, for England, and St. George, my home This green and pleasant land This green and pleasant land For Harry, for England, and St. George
in your eye You've never seen the man with nothing to say I can tell by the look in your eye You'd better watch yourself St. George is on his way Is
Перевод: Джордж. Вы уверены Got This Ol 'Redneck Feelin' Blue.
Перевод: Хафф, Джордж. О, Святая ночь!.
