Peter Terry & The City Profits
Piper Pink Parade
This is the routine hour of dayWhen all the cars are cold and cryingThen comes the best time of nightWhen all the streets begin unwindingI foresee some spinning, drinking, window siling kind of nightScare me outPaint my legs redSo I donʼt return here againThis is the worst time of dayWhen all the cars are cold and cryingThis is the sweetest hour of nightWhen the whiskeyʼs poured and pills are tryinTo do dirty deeds, and to help me reveal words I never could seeScare me outPaint my legs redSo I donʼt return here againThis is the Piper Pink ParadeWhen the brainʼs grown tired and mouth is whiningI canʼt breathe, no sorrow here left within meLetras de cancionesScare me outPaint my legs redSo I donʼt return here againScare me outPaint my legs redSo I donʼt return here again
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