Текст песни Giant Swan

Giant Swan's got
ghosts in his wings,
his guts are stuffed with polaroids,
and they're all
humiliatin'.
And when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret
has sung it's last voice,
and you're sitting all alone in the 4AM darkness
of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes like fireworks
on the stage
with gold smoke.

Sing,
your voice
just wont stop blooming.
He wrote a play
and you're the protagonist.
All the girls you wish you'd fucked
make a
guest appearance.
And oh, you just won't believe the ending.

So fly me home, Giant Swan!

The Giant Swan's got a pixelated
beak.
His eyes are twin
mushroom clouds,
his feathers are
unsuspecting cities,
and his breasts are hollow apartments
with the finest quality furnishings,
and you can watch tv until you die there,
skin draped over luxury chairs.

Sing,
your voice just
won't stop blooming.
Your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
Your heart's a diamond, what's the fucking price?
Your skin
is cheap
and your hair
is shoddy.

So sit
and watch the ballerinas kick and spin.
Then
strip
down to your vulgar skeleton.The Blood Brothers - Giant Swan - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-blood-brothers/giant-swan-lyrics.html
You'd better
take
one more drink of Captain Morgan's rum.
Oh, it's gonna
sting
like a raw sunrise when the black swan's gone.

Back
at the resort,
the curtains closed,
you haven't left the room for two solid
(weeks) With a pound
of cocaine
under the bed
where the call girls perform their services.
And you left
CNN on
so you don't think about her newborn son,
who came to this world from the crotch you're renting out.

"Who's at the door? What the fuck?!
Who's at the door? what the fuck?!
Who's at the door? what the fuck!?"

Your heart is sweating and your hand's turnin' black,
your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.
Is that a machete at your throat?
"Give me all your money! Give me all your dope!"
And the sun's like a painting of your whole life,
you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
And the sun's like a painting of your whole life,
you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.

Your family's
gurgling grief.
You think you're
just asleep.
Is that the curtain closing?
Giant Swan, take me to the river.
Is that my flesh corroding?
Giant Swan, take me to the river.
All the things you
wished you'd said
are buried with your
X'd out head.
All your ulterior motives...

Giant Swan, take me to the river.
Giant Swan, take me to the river.
Giant Swan, take me to the river...