John Cale
Leaving It up to You
Looking for a friend, looking everywhereWalked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friendsAll those mild mannered friends I've gotThey're careless and they fall downAll over the place, all over townI don't want them talking to me'Cause I'm leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to youHave to leave it, leave it, leave it up to youAll the buildings are breaking downLike the whispering in your heartAnd it's sordid how life goes onWhen I could take you apartAnd if you give me half a chanceI'd do it now, I'd do it now, right now, you fascistI know we could all feel safe like Sharon TateWe could give it all up, we could give, give, give it all upAnd the newspapers, oh the newspapersThey'd be listening, listening to me giving it to youAnd the radio, what about the radios?They'd be listening to me giving it to youLetras de cancionesRight mama, damn right mamaI hear hissing, I hear hissing in the distanceI hear the tanks crawlingThey're crawling over the hill, they're crawling over the hillLike rattlesnakes in the desert sunThey're blistering up my spell, they're blistering it upThey're breaking it up, they're breaking up my spellAnd what else is there, what else have I got?What else have I got but that spell?Ah, leaving it, leaving it, I'm leaving it up to youLeaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to youLeaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for youI've got to give it up, I've got to give it up, give it upUp, up, give it upI can't take it
From Letras Mania