Текст песни Cocksure Whistler

Showers shimmy like the rain's bombast.
And the cocksure whistlers up the autumn mast.
Blows the leaves on by with a lazy breath.
A puckered wisdom and violence of a season.
Showers icy but the streets are chalk.Satan Takes A Holiday - Cocksure Whistler - http://ru.motolyrics.com/satan-takes-a-holiday/cocksure-whistler-lyrics.html
Like the cocksure whistler's on a winter walk.
Calls the snow like father with a frozen gait.
He'll sell your joys for a fireplace.
For the season.