Текст песни Boeckner - Dead Tourists

Оригинальный текст песни Dead Tourists

Dead tourists at the window looking for his holiday
Vancouver on a work week, hit me in my office bay
The cattle have eyes, fashioned of steel
I know regardless of how I should feel
Everything takes, nothing to worry
They say our Michaels are just out of luck
Dead tourists out in the spotlight for days
Dead tourists asking me how much it pays
Dead tourists on a church pew, heaven hasn't heard the news
Range Rover on the side now, nobody will have to choose
The cattle have eyes, fashioned of steel
I know regardless of how we all feel
It's just a case of ice-cold blues
All throwing down on a pair of new shoes
Dead tourists, only a passing phase
Dead tourists haunting the radio waves
Speaking for you, speaking for me
Do it for fun, do it for free
Braid wire on the skyline, celebrate the coming year
Braid wire, we decided 52 Saturdays are here
Dead tourists names like the local fear
Dead tourists stuck in one line like the years
Speaking to you, speaking to me
Do it for fun, do it for free
Dead tourists
Doing it all for dead tourists
Doing it all for dead tourists
Doing it all for dead-