Thrupenny Years — текст песни (Trash Can Sinatras)

That reminds me of the time I felt
It`s time for sin and catholic guilt
Two years later to the day
I had reason to confess
With her hair a shining shade
Of bus-conductress blonde
Tales of music and movement
Were told in grip and groan
But to put these thoughts
In songs like theirs
Of the honest truth
There`d be no trace
Just lying out loud

Meanwhile back here in wonderland
A sorry sight with flowers in hand
Pours his heart out till his thirst
For college girls is satisfied
Standing there with ego
Proudly on tip-toe
All the time I`m thinking
Well, well, here we go
Another perfect song of grief
Brings the house down to its knees
By dying out loud

One more awful dancer
Steptoe`s son a song and dance of love
When I think of soap operas
And what makes them so popular
The answer`s posing in front of my eyes

Here comes our hero in hand-me-downs
Strutting to the strain of
`Send in the Clowns`
Troops his true colours
When no-one`s around
And his desk-top tales
Are the best around but
Putting pain to paper reads
Like a lunge at fame and greed
Just crying out loud