Текст песни Crack, Smack, Machine Guns (1993) (The Skinny Bohemians) с переводом

My baby’s on methadone

She sold the neighbors flat

They came on knocking on my door

They say they want it back

Pinned to the walls with rusty nails

Her fists are raw with shame

Whisky and speed keep her mean

And scars are all she wares

My baby’s on methadone

Can’t you hear her call?

Eyes are swelled, tongue is tide

Seen her life and waved goodbye

Crack, smack, machine guns

That don’t sound like too much fun

Burning cars, chasing cops

We don’t wanna be outrun

Crack, smack, machine guns x3

Floozy with an Uzi, chick with a gun

She lives in a forest where the trees are bare

Death and smoke tint her hair

She’s been told a lot of lies

So give her room to fantasize

Call the prophets, call the cops

I’m involved with a little girl lost

sixteen years in a jewel box

ready to dance at a chance of a knock

she’s a young drunk, she lives in a bar

Henry Chinasky knows who you are

I see flesh burn, flames and body’s churn

desecrate the population

voodoo hoodoo in the nation

crack, smack x2

1969 OK

war across the USA

another year for me and you

another year with nothing to do

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