Betty Wrong — текст песни (Tin Machine)

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)
Till the sun blisters and sprays
And every lamb ceases to graze
When the kiss of the comb
Tears my face from the bone
CHORUS
I`ll be your light
When the shadows fall down the wall
Then life will be done
And it just won`t matter at all
I was carved from a hand
Nurtured on grime, goodwill and screams
Now your breath fills my step
Now there is you till life is gone
CHORUS
I`ll roll your ball
Till the stars can`t make me cry
Then life will be done
And it just won`t matter at all
Not at all
When the kiss of the comb
Tears my face
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