Roger Waters "4:58 Am (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin)" |
Trucker: "Hey kid, you looking for a lift�? Get on up here How's it going good buddy?" I nailed ducks to the wall Kept my heart in dark ruins I built bungalows all over the hills Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin Took my girl to the country To sleep out under the moon Next thing she's going crazy Trucker: "Women are like that kid What the hell can you do? She waits for the real Mr. Right to come Gently removing her heart With his promises of real communication Trucker: "I saw a program about that on TV..." Who's always picking up the tab? Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad? Me..... Who took you out to all the shows? Who worked his fingers to the bone? Me.... While you were asleep Jade: "It was me...I did" I kept you in buttons and bows Jade: "Christ all those clothes" So you could encourage this creep Hick: "With that program I bet some son of a bitch made a million dollars" With his neat feet And his clean fingernails With his wise but twinkling eyes He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt Trucker: "Get movin', get off the road ya Goddamn faggot" And compromise I'd like to go on with this bit of a song Describing this schmuck I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up Trucker: "Not in my rig you don't boy...get the hell out of here" Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |