Hairdresser on Fire — текст песни (Morrissey)

Here is london, giddy of london

Is it home of the free -

Or what ?



Can you squeeze me

Into an empty page of your diary

And psychologically save me

Ive got faith in you

I sense the power

Within the fingers

Within an hour the power

Could totally destroy me

(or, it could save my life)





Oh, here is london

"home of the brash, outrageous and free"

You are repressed

But youre remarkably dressed

Is it real ?

And youre always busy





Really busy

Busy, busy

Oh, hairdresser on fire

All around sloane square

And youre just so busy

Busy, busy

Busy scissors

Oh, hairdresser on fire

(only the other day)





Was a client, over-cautious

He made you nervous

And when he said

"im gonna sue you"

Oh, I really felt for you ...mmm...





So can you squeeze me

Into an empty page of your diary;

And supernaturally change me ?

Change me, change

Oh, here in london

"home of the brash, outrageous and free"

You are repressed

But youre remarkably dressed

Is it real ?

And youre always busy





Really busy

Busy clippers

Oh, hairdresser on fire

All around sloane square





And youre just too busy

To see me

Busy clippers

Oh, hairdresser on fire

(only the other day)