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Doug And The Slugs

Chinatown Calculation

 

Chinatown Calculation

(álbum: Cognac And Bologna - 1980)


It ain't easy watching 6 years
Slipping through my picket gate
Like some wounded dog escaping
Through that hole in the kennel fence
The water's boiling, poached eggs waiting
The toast I notice still on the plate
The queen of diamonds lying face down
Your hidden message makes no sense

Whoever the new mystery man is
I've got to admit he knows his business
You're reading me now from the right to the left
And it's coming out just the way you might expect

Chinatown calculation
That's cool with no regrets

The city seems so cold t'night
And I'm a fighting the feeling that something's lost
Clinical friends got their cynical bends
Their dialogue's on a single track
They say I'm sad 'cause the rube went walking
Well, that's the price, don't they know love costs?
Sometimes money but mostly the moments
That seem so much a part of the pact

Whoever the new mystery man is
I've got to admit he knows his business
You're reading me now from the right to the left
And it's coming out just the way you might expect

Chinatown calculation
That's cool with no regrets

It ain't easy watching 6 years
Slipping through my picket gate
Like some wounded dog escaping
Through that hole in the kennel fence
I never saw that cold equation algebra behind your face
That wrote me off as a bad transaction
Your abacus spoke deadly sense

Whoever the new mystery man is
I've got to admit he knows his business
You're reading me now from the right to the left
And it's coming out just the way you might expect

Chinatown calculation
That's cool with no regrets

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