Тексты песен «Suede»

Will you be my lover? Will you be the one? Will you be like no other? For how long? Yes, I'll be your wild flower Grown through the concrete And born to the back beats of the stars Yes, I am just a stupid guy Crushed...

in the undertow of a muddy river's ebb and flow is a hand that will not let go the current is strong the river is deep in the afterglow of the fire that tore through the room below someone calls through the smoke...

Well the church bells are calling Police cars on fire And as they call you to the eye of the storm All the people say "Stay at home tonight" I say we are the pigs, we are the swine We are the stars of the firing line...

i don't want to go to heaven i just want to go when i go and if you miss me there and the cloths of heaven tear around me then the river that ebbed through me will flow through you and you will see that you and i and...

(Verse) And the mysteries of love are not for us, It's the little things that are tearing us up, As the telephone emits a brittle sigh Only one of us will reach it in time (Chorus) What are you? What are you? What...

Come out tonight in the puddle Splash some love across the sky Just you and I bursting bubbles As the sky is about to cry When the rain falls There's magic in our lives When the rain falls We're happy deep inside When...

Out in the sticks out in the stickiness They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans They're sparking up with someone oh They're covering their jumpers in roses oh Where the pigs don't fly oh... Out over...

We are only young but we style our future with a cattle gun We are idle rich so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre we'll jack the politics for premonition...

We are only young But we style our future with a cattle gun And we aren't idle rich So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre We'll sack the politics...

I've the sun for the spoken word And your obscene but never heard You couldn't do your hair You couldn't do your job You couldn't liven us up with a cattle prod But here you come like I knew you would Do I just love you...

Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill it's sadder than it probably sounds He gets lovely the more he's ill don't o.d. on him now Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town Who goes walking...

Oh you might have conversation smashed in a bar Clocking all of the disco dolls that blind you Oh check out some mad situation some silly farce So real you can feel it twist inside you Everywhere you go Every thing you...

Tony only reads Asian babes Danny's doing doves on down the raves Terry drinks his money away Oh God and his sons play drums all day On the scene on the dole in your eyes in your soul The young men You are...