The History of The World — текст песни (Gang Of Four)

When I was in my mothers womb

Social structure seemed a simple thing

After birth I cursed my luck

Then went down to breakfast



What I know fills me up

It is an everlasting cup

What I believe will never change

My consolation for the night



Mother had for me an egg

I understood the relations of production

She always provided for me

Thats where I lost my naivet? br>

Stability is in my mind

I associate with my kind

Charity, it fills my heart

To help the poor in africa



Good, yes, youve done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world

Good, yes, youve done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world

Good, yes, youve done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world



Good, yes, youve done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world

Good, yes, youve done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world

Good, yes, youve done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world