Ricco — текст песни (Bloom On)

Ricco was a junky, mean when junks effected,
he had a secret yearning for the women he protected.
But he had also just to pay, a treasure every week
to Johnny who supplied hot-stuff, needed for been sick.
Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight.
Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight.
Now, Johnny was a dealer, with some red-faded boots
he brayed to the bums around him Get this dummy pooch
He saw his leather-feathered hat thrown away by a shot,
he said Hey Johnny cool it down, it only just a rot
Oh, what a horrible sight, what a horrible sight.
Oh, what a sinful delight, what a sinful delight.
Now, Ricco`s on the Heaven, he no more needs no stuff
he`s breathing now hot fresh air, he`s no more tricks or bluff.
He keeps an eye on Johnny`s way, surrounded by his gals,
He feels no hate, he feels no joy, he even has no pals.
Oh, what a beautiful sight, what a beautiful sight.
Far away from the sinful delight, from that sinful delight.