The Comedians — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

I fell under such gentle persuasion

You cant refuse its like a home from home

Meanwhile in the motor car kingdom

Theyre finding that all that glitters is not chrome

The social circle have these cardiac complaints

Their hearts are empty when their hands are full

All these new found fond acquaintances

Turn out to be the red rag to my bull



Chorus

And Im up while the dawn is breaking

Even though my heart is aching

I should be drinking a toast to absent friends

Instead of these comedians



Ive looked into these eyes upon reflection

Theyve seen the face of love, theyve seen a few

What kind of love is this upon inspection

Youll be the last to know whos fooling who



Chorus