Tekster:
Wild Beasts Two Dancers

in the street/apart, apart/and dancing on/the wanderer/the squanderer/our son was dying and we could hardly eat/they dragged me by the ankles through the street/(two

: Carry me hooting and howling to the river to wash of my hands of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand. Any rival who goes for our girls will be left

: When we turn up in our turn up?s, our hearts are heavy, our heads are ready to levy. For the yippee-less swing, for the tot-less cot, for the mock,

: Did I judge this wrong?/but you had it all/you had it all/a gift of the gods/in your city of gold/and you?ll piss it all/you had it all/and what drags

: Kick! The spirit kicks, but the moonshine plays cheap tricks. Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town, scaring the oldies into their dressing

in the street/apart, apart/and dancing on/the wanderer/the squanderer/our son was dying and we could hardly eat/they dragged me by the ankles through the street/(two

: Watch me! watch me!/the belle of the ball/my heart, my hand and everything I own/and we are the boys/with new shiny shoes/we?ve seen ?em all/and we

Did I judge this wrong?/but you had it all/you had it all/a gift of the gods/in your city of gold/and you?ll piss it all/you had it all/and what drags

Through the iron gate, and he?s gone. See the goslings, the ducklings, the piglets, the lambs he lets out a little sob. Sometimes he?d still wish that