Billy Bragg
Cindy of a Thousand Dreams
Blue velvet AmericaHalf glimpsed in the headlights between the treesWho punctured the beauty?And invited monsters such as theseThe pig faced boy, the corrupted clown The grotesque figure who never comes into townSomething broken, something stainedSomething waiting for the worms to claimAnd you can never go there againExcept in nightmaresThe voyeur, who dares not come nearKnows excitements is merely the beginning of fearMy shadow came this morningAnd left some candy in my shoes Watching the things I doCindy of a thousand livesCindy of the Stepford WivesI've looked at all the photographsBut Cindy, which one of them is you?I've looked at all the photographsBut Cindy, which one of them is you?I've looked at all the photographsBut Cindy, which one of them is you?I've looked at all the photographsBut Cindy, which one of them is you?
From Letras Mania