Big Sister — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

Sheep to the slaughter

Oh, this must be love

All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove

Eyes like saucers; oh, you think shes a dish

She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish



Big sister will be watching over you

Sister see, sister do

Shes got to save me

Shes got you playing russian roulette

Sport of kings, the old queens heart

The prince of darkness stole some tart

Its in the papers, its in the charts

Its in the stop press before it all starts



With a hammer and a slap n tickle in inquisitive garments

With all the style and [? ] purchase of armaments

Compassion went out of fashion, thats all your concernment

Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudeness



Big sister will be watching over you

Sister see, sister do

Shes got to save me

Shes got you playing russian roulette

Shes got to save me

Shes got you playing russian roulette