Two Little Hitlers — текст песни (Todd Rundgren)

Why are we racing to be so old?

Im up late pacing the floor

I wont be told

You have your reservations

Im bought and sold



Ill face the music, Ill face the facts

Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks

Bowing and squatting, running after tidbits

Bobbing and squinting just like a nit wit



Two little hitlers will fight it out until

One little hitler does the other ones will

I will return, I will not burn



Down in the basement

I need my head examined

I need my eyes excited

Id like to join the party

But I was not invited

You make a member of me

Ill be delighted



I wouldnt cry for lost souls you might drown

Dirty words for dirty minds, written in a toilet town

Dial me a valentine, shes a smooth operator

Its all so calculated, shes got a calculator

Shes my soft-touch typewriter and Im the great dictator



A simple game of self respect

You flick the switch and the world goes out

Nobody jumps as you expect

I would have thought you would have had enough by now



You call selective dating for some effective mating

I thought Id let you down dear, but you were just deflated

I knew right from the start, wed end up hating

Pictures of the merchandise plastered on the wall

We can look so long as we dont have to talk at all



You say youll never know him

Hes not a natural man

He doesnt want your pleasure

He wants as no one can

He wants to know the names of all those hes better than