Elvis Costello & the Attractions
The Deportees Club
In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and grillStanding in the fiberglass ruins watching time stand stillAll your troubles you confessto another faceless backless dressSchnapps Chianti porter and ouzoPernod vodka Sambuca I love you soDeporteeTatty beauty talking in riddlesRome burns down everybody`s on the fiddleTwo thousand dollars for wife and some classA thousand years drowned in a chaser glassHow I wish that she was mineI could have been a King in Six Eight TimeSchnapps Chianti porter and ouzoPernod vodka Sambuca I love you soDeporteeIt`s a brittle charm but she`s had enoughStill she wrote her number on his paper cuffYou don`t know where to start or where to stopAll this pillow talk is nothing more than talking shopWhen I came here tonight my pockets were overflowingThey took my return ticket without me even knowingI pray to the saints and all the martyrsFor the secret life of Frank SinatraBut none of these things have come to passIn America the law is a piece of assI`m a deportee
From Letras Mania