James Douglas Morrison - The carnival of Babylon | Текст песни

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We could plan a murder
Or start a religion.
We shot the bird with the black MP
Babylon fading
In the calm calculus of reason
We could plan a murder
Or start a religion.
It's catholic Heaven
Discovery
tents,
backyard fences,
rain,
Thunder,
backyard fences,
Penny-arcade
Then we hear a whistle like a bison's pipe
And the carnival immediately begins
Angels and sailors
rich girls,
half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer.
Dreams watching each other narrowly,
soft luxuriant cars.
Girls in garages, stripped
out to get liquor and clothes.
We could plan a murder
Or start a religion.


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