Текст песни High Noon (Anton Barbeau) с переводом

Son

Son of God

Record in the charts

A human cannonball

Born

Of virgin blood

Your mama paid the price

Her back against the wall

And so they shot her into space

Said «stick this flag into the moon»

High noon — the sun reflected on its satellite

High noon — has death affected you your appetite?

Son of Dracula

I’ve seen the script

I know the make-up man

There’s rats and bats and stuff

Inside the crypt

Inside the clean up van

And with a stake right through the heart

To burst a bright red blood balloon

High noon — the sun reflected on its satellite

High noon — has death affected you your appetite?

Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m on about

I tell you it’s the end so pull your finger out

High noon — the sun reflected on its satellite

Son

Son of mom

Record in the charts

A human cannonball

Love — There’s only love

Your mama paid the price

Her back against the wall

And as they spat into her face

As though she were a brass spittoon

The tears that fell were full of grace

And Mary sang this very tune

High noon — the sun reflected on its satellite

High noon — has death affected you your appetite?

High Noon — each day is longer than the one before

High noon — cockroaches dancing on the kitchen floor

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