Take A Long Line — текст песни (Angels)

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
He was selling postcards from a paper stand
a whiskey bottle in his withered hand
he put a finger on a photo from an old magazine
and saw himself in the shadow of his dream
They found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown
told him his feet stank and took him downtown
called him agitator, spy and thief
shut him up in solitary third degree
take a long line, reel him in
He tried to appeal to the king of might
he said I`m just excercising my sacred right
the king he said You ain`t got no rights
you`re a madman, a traitor, get outta my sight
take along line, reel him in
They put him aboard a well wound whirlwind
pulled out his teeth and rold him to grin
he gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine
and said I never existed, you`ve been wasting your time
take a long line, reel him in
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