Great Blow For A Day Job
Исполнитель: SKYCLAD
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Текст песни SKYCLAD - Great Blow For A Day Job
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Lyrics: Martin WalkyierMusic: Graeme EnglishHear my tale - I'm norman normal, always humble, mild and meek.In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street'till one day a stranger called - a fetid bible black he laughed,said "Sonny I don't want your money, I don't need an overdraft.( )<br />Boy you have a great potential, don't you let it go to waste.My offer ends - so it's essential that you hurry on (make haste!).For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted line...Thirty years of girls and money - at the end your soul is mine!"No one can dissuade me - I'm donw on my knees,my conscience says "No" - my libido "Yes please!"If I put my pen to paper for eternity I'm damned.If I don't I'll never be the singer in a fiddel band.Can anyone blame me? - I don't think they'd dare,my soul says "No way" - But my mouth cries "Oh yeah!"Here I am - your good friend norman, not so humble anymore.Others age - but I look younger, stronger that I did before.I used to drive a Fiat Panda - now a lime green Cadillac.Guess my story goes to show not all the 'devils' own' dig black.I know there is a price I must pay for my thirty years misspent,when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%).I'll meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes - my time has cometo party with the 'porno-queens' down by the shores of acheron.I'll party on in acheron!No one could dissuade me - I fell to my kness,my conscience said "No" - my libido "Yes please!"I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned,I've squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band.Could anyone blame me? - I don't think they dare,