Somebody Stole My Thunder

(альбом: John Parr - 1984)

I don't wanna be the reckless one, the man with the gun
I don't wanna be the reckless one
I had it, I lost control, the chance I'd hungered for, out the door
Heard it on the peacetime radio, the ratings were low
I heard it on the peacetime radio
Now it was just the same old song, with all those same old lines
Wasn't mine, wasn't mine, ooh

Somebody stole my thunder, left me to die in the wind and rain
Somebody stole my thunder again
Look at the strain I'm under, devil may care, it's a loser's game
Somebody stole my thunder again

Caught him down in Soho, laying tracks, the knife in my back
His stealing days are numbered, that's a fact
I stuck it to him face to face, but he just turned and laughed
Laughed his last, he's the past, ooh

Somebody stole my thunder, left me to die in the wind and rain
Somebody stole my thunder again
Look at the strain I'm under, devil may care, it's a loser's game
Somebody stole my thunder again

People dancing everywhere, never knowing, never care
Digging all that rock 'n roll, they don't care whose song he stole
Somebody stole my thunder, left me to die in the wind and rain
Somebody stole my thunder again
I left him six feet under, the devil may care, it's the price he paid
He'll never steal my thunder again
Somebody stole my thunder, left me to die in the wind and rain
Somebody stole my thunder again
I left him six feet under, left him to die in the falling rain
Somebody stole my thunder again