Текст песни My Sword Hand's Anger

One day, an angel told me: Your time here is fleeting Behind his back, a pistol, here comes a beating His suit, his silk, flower, but my razor is faster Hey Carlos Gardel, you been drinkin' Florida water Looking for a new technique They never believe I put my weapons down Another page turns in the book Another one falls on their knees to the ground A message from the tiger While she shivered Like chord on a harp without failure The bedroom must be returned to its original sailor She reached for the lipstick in her handbag By the edge of the sink While her sad love surrounded the lady of perpetual squalor Looking for a new technique They never believe I throw my weapons down Another page turned in the book Another one falls on their knees to the ground Looking for a new technique We never believe I throw my weapons down Another page turned in the book Another one falls on their knees to the ground