MODERN HISTORY — текст песни (The Auteurs)

Well the desk porter laughed
News of our legend and our exploits
Travelled car
From bell-hop to hired car
All this and more
Modern History
On the third floor

So is this where he died
Spend your life cutting words up
With a knife
I light a candle for each night
You wate away your life
Modern history
On the third floor

Well theyзЈ–e never gonna forget us
WeзЈ–e the most famous
People that they know
Went to a party
I didnзЈ? say a word
You donзЈ? know how lucky you were
You donзЈ? know how lucky you are

So we set fire to your room
And we bandaged up your
hands and arms - now
WhereзЈ— your beauty gone

Modern history
On the third floor