The Stone Roses - Tradjic Roundabout текст песни

Bitches, warlocks and their children too
Martin Luther had nothing on you
He had a dream, You'll have a baby maybe
Will you cope? I don't know maybe

Your CIA and Novocare
They screw you up 'cause your not aware
I've seen submission in a million eyes
Dreamweaving habits of still telling lies

Ah your not so gifted at all-all

Matches basements all over the land
Your checking pulses with Hofners in hand
You think your richest cause...
And nobody pays for it

Ah your not so gifted at all-all
Ah we're not so gifted at all-all

Ah your not so gifted at all-all
Ah we're not so gifted at all-all