Текст песни Long Strange Trip to Paradise (Polkadot Cadaver) с переводом

Born in a coffin with lipstick on your cheek

I can’t look away, I can’t look away

Where have you been all night

Your eyes are swollen shut

You can’t see a thing now, can you?

Valley girls in love with the decadence

Blindfolded, purging up the vanity

A kiss like a near death experience

Sitting in the backseat of a daddy’s car

Oh, yeah.

Buy the ticket, buy the ticket

Take the ride

On the long strange trip to paradise

Buy the ticket, buy the ticket

Take a ride

The pleasure’s yours and the pain’s all mine

Rosemary’s baby’s rockin' in the cradle

Eyes wide and staring like she’s hypnotized

Jacob’s ladder is leaning up against the wall

Every time I try to climb it, I fall

Valley girls in love with the decadence

Blindfolded, purging up the vanity

A kiss like a near death experience

Sitting in the backseat of daddy’s car

Oh, yeah

Buy the ticket, buy the ticket

Take the ride

On the long strange trip to paradise

Buy the ticket, buy the ticket

Take the ride

The pleasure’s yours and the pain’s all mine

Looking at you now, I see you

You’re barely breathing

Yeah, you’re barely breathing now

You’re barely breathing

Yeah, you’re barely breathing now

Peggy Sue what the hell’s gotten into you

Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Dancing with the devil’s wife

Begging her to take your life

Vapid little vampires is all staring at my jugular

We’ve made the nightly news

And there’s no way that we can lose

Smiling slave all dressed in leather

What’s your poison? What’s your pleasure?

Buy the ticket, buy the ticket

Take the ride

On the long strange trip to paradise

Buy the ticket, buy the ticket

Take the ride

The pleasure’s yours and the pain’s all mine

Looking at you now, I see you

You’re barely breathing

Yeah, you’re barely breathing now

You’re barely breathing

Yeah, you’re barely breathing now

Peggy Sue what the hell’s gotten into you

Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Mascara’s running in a marathon

Palm reading hands across America

Sleep tight, loose lips are sinking ships

I’d kill just to be in your arms again