Песня «Thief»
исполнителя The Fratellis.
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• Whisky Saga

  The Fratellis

  

  Well here lie the remains Of every girl I’ve loved The princesses of heaven and hell Who thought they knew me well There goes my wishbone Here comes my crooked friend Screaming at you I was dead True right down to the end I was in a fury With a judge and with a jury You could tell I was a wicked man Well there was no one on the wall But the stupid and the small But they always do the best they can Well here lies Mother Brown She always looked so young I was never too easy to please Always on my knees Well there goes my last hope Here comes my bullet train Shooting the hole in my head On the wrong right side of my brain I was getting ready I was shaking I was steady I was pleading to be left alive Well I was digging for the gold Just waiting to be told That my cheating heart would survive I was in a fury With a judge and with a jury You could tell I was a wicked man Well there was no one on the wall But the stupid and the small But they always do the best they can Well here lie the remains of Celine and Lady Death A romance stringed up in a hole Another uneven soul There goes my last wish Here comes my audience Pitchforks pointing my way And it’s no coincidence I was in a bind Of the body and the mind And my mother was the last to know When I told her I was rotten I was better off forgotten And she never even said no, no, no, no, no I was never thick But the thought it wouldn’t click So I never had the best excuse You couldn’t say that I was best So they put me to the test With a never ending soul abuse I was in a fury With a judge and with a jury You could tell I was a wicked man Well there was no one on the wall But the stupid and the small But they always do the best they can I was getting ready I was shaking I was steady I was pleading to be left alive Well I was digging for the gold Just waiting to be told That my cheating heart would survive

  
• Whistle For The Choir

  The Fratellis

  

  [Verse 1] Well it's a big, big city and it's always the same Can never be too pretty, tell me your name Is it out of line if I were simply bold and say "Would you be mine?" Because I may be a beggar and you may be the queen I know I may be on a downer, I'm still ready to dream Though it's three o'clock, the time is just the time it takes for you to talk [Hook] So if you're lonely Why'd you say you're not lonely? Oh you're a silly girl, I know I heard it so It's just like you to come and go And know me, no you don't even know me You're so sweet to try, oh my, you caught my eye A girl like you is just irresistible [Verse 2] Well it's a big, big city and the lights are all out But it's as much as I can do you know to figure you out And I must confess My heart's in broken pieces and my head's a mess And it's 4 in the morning and I'm walking along Beside the ghost of every drinker here who's ever done wrong And it's you, woo-hoo, that's got me going crazy for the things you do [Hook] So if you're crazy, I don't care, you amaze me But you're a stupid girl, oh me, oh my, you talk I die, you smile, you laugh, I cry And only, a girl like you could be lonely And it's a crying shame, if you would think the same A boy like me is just irresistible [Outro] So if you're lonely, why'd you say you're not lonely Oh you're a silly girl, I know I heard it so It's just like you to come and go And know me, no you don't even know me You're so sweet to try, oh my, you caught my eye A girl like you is just irresistible

  
• Jesus Stole My Baby

  The Fratellis

  

  Jesus stole my baby Jesus stole my girl He took her away for an hour every sunday And cut all of her beautiful curls She was always easy seven days of the week Now she's a bore and I've seen it before She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique Said that she just want's to save me Said you cant go on the way that you are She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine Another simple boy on the telephone line And though she is living here with me I'm aching to be free She takes it all so god damn seriously Well I've always been in love with her treasure But she might as well be locked up in chains When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low I'm bursting from my feet to my brains Now if i could only talk to this Jesus I'd tell him just how lonely I've been I'd ask him to send home my baby again So she can see what kinda state I've been in Jesus stole my baby So maybe I should steal his She used to be mine Now she's so dull and divine May not be nice but thats the way that it is And I'm lost here among the clowns Jesus men in gowns All sandals and out of tune guitars And she talks in terrified tones Of skeleton bones Screaming through a mangled microphone And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine Another simple boy on the telephone line And though she is living here with me I'm aching to be free She takes it all so god damn seriously

  
• Cigarello

  The Fratellis

  

  Filthy rag dolls in the bed I cant listen to what they said Don't get silly don't get so sick get some trousers and get some quick All the wasters they come in threes honey that's no excuse to tease Is this your house do you live here your not as sick as you appear In the day though your dumb in a way And everybody's giving me a hand me down for my cigarello of yellow and brown Everybody wants me to be there side show a brown n yellow cigarello dancing under your window Can we watch movies on your TV don't have to get dressed just for me We could stay home and get drunk quick I could wear your dress and your lipstick Or we could go out and steal a car both get loaded and drive real far Is this your house do you live here your not as sick as you appear In the day……… And everybody's giving me a hand me down for my cigarello of yellow and brown Everybody wants me to be there side show a brown n yellow cigarello dancing under your window And everybody's giving me a hand me down for my cigarello of yellow and brown Everybody wants me to be there side show a brown n yellow cigarello dancing under your window And everybody's giving me a hand me down for my cigarello of yellow and brown Everybody wants me to be there side show a brown n yellow cigarello dancing under your window

  
• Down The Road And Back… Again…

  The Fratellis

  

  She never came from Miami FLA She never found herself like other girls they say She had the kind of face you’d never ever miss, invisible in bliss She couldn’t understand why nobody felt like this She walked a mile in a faithless pair of heels Just to imagine how it looks and how it feels To be the kind of girl that everyone, that everyone adored High upon the scoreband Smiling through her teeth Wild as thunder underneath High, high in the sky out of reach of you and I Witnessing the days go by don’t it make a poor girl cry? Oh Lord it’s a sin all this pain we’re living in Don’t it make your poor head spin Down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la He never told himself ambition wasn’t real He taught his eyes to think and his brain how to feel He got his wires crossed and couldn’t raise a smile Made sense once in a while Counting down the days till his clothes came back in style He couldn’t see how anything was right or wrong He knew the words and tune but didn’t know the song He spoke a language that he couldn’t barely speak An out of date technique Though he was just blood and bone he always felt unique! High, high in the sky out of reach of you and I Witnessing the days go by don’t it make a poor girl cry? Oh Lord it’s a sin all this pain we’re living in Don’t it make your poor head spin Down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again Each and every last one in denial Counting every minute till it seems worthwhile Dragging behind them every last heartache Singing «Jesus Forgive me» for their own sake In a fever Nothing better When your souls at stake… High, high in the sky out of reach of you and I Witnessing the days go by don’t it make a poor girl cry? Oh Lord it’s a sin all this pain we’re living in Don’t it make your poor head spin Down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again