Moaning Cities все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Pick it up man, your dusty shovel
Spit on your hands and
Stick it in the ground

Put it on man, the dirty blue pants
The black felt hat
Here comes the man I'm looking at
Here comes the man I'm looking at

The Wandering Souls they wake up slowly in old town, in dear old town
Lifting a bottle to bring their feet back on the ground
Squatting the alleyway, they holler at passers-by
They draw long breaths and cry
Mama where d'ya hide?

In the morning mist of frozen pavement I hear the ragged voice
Come on son swallow your judgment, and help with a smoke