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Aqualung
(专辑: Aqualung - 1971)
Sitting on the
park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot is running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Hey Aqualung Drying in the
cold sun Watching as the
frilly panties run. Hey Aqualung Feeling like a
dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Whoa, Aqualung Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely. Taking time The
only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, As he bends to pick a
dog-end He goes down to the
bog And warms his feet. Feeling alone The
army's up the
road Salvation à la mode and a
cup of tea Aqualung my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sot, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember The
December's foggy freeze When the
ice that Clings on to your beard was Screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths With deep-sea-diver sounds, And the
flowers bloom like Madness in the
spring. Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely. Taking time The
only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, As he bends to pick a
dog-end He goes down to the
bog And warms his feet. Feeling alone The
army's up the
road Salvation à la mode and a
cup of tea Aqualung my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sot, you see, it's only me. Aqualung my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sot, you see, it's only me. Sitting on the
park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot is running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Hey Aqualung Drying in the
cold sun Watching as the
frilly panties run. Hey Aqualung Feeling like a
dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Hey Aqualung Whoa, Aqualung
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