Letra de English Music
Soldier, you got to get out more.
There is life after property.
Everyone has got a finder's fee.
Find something difficult to do and do it.
Write your english music, write your english music...
Write your english music. Run free.
She tasted of the Christmas wines and said - “So many things have run
through me. I know the altar boys, they just want to do me and that's
fine... You got to have faith. Yeah, you got to have it...”
Once again, it's a quarter-to-three by Ambleside-By-The-Sea and something's
telling you - “Boy, it's time to take sides.”
And something's telling you - “Boy, it's time to take sides.”
And something's telling you - “Boy, it's time to take sides...and write your
English Music, though you know it will come to no good when brilliance has a
taste for suffering and you're softer than the western world...”