Текст песни Pop Song (Theo Katzman) с переводом

I’ve been staring at the ceiling

Searching for some word that rhymes with how I’m feeling

Someone feed the fishes

Someone clean my car

I can’t keep up on the dishes

While I wish upon a star

Someone save my soul

I’m a slave to rock and roll

Please, politicians, preachers, pray

Give us wisdom, teach us right from wrong

Oh yeah

I’m too busy trying to write a pop song

I’ve been chipping at this sculpture

Hoping his gigantic hands will heal pop culture

Someone raise the wages

Someone fight the fight

I’ve been speaking with the sages

In the middle of the night

Someone save my soul

I sold it to Billy Joel

In the middle of the…

Please, politicians, preachers, pray

Give us wisdom, teach us right from wrong

Oh yeah

I’m too busy trying to write a pop song

Please, Mother Nature’s on her knees

Read the paper, see what’s going on

What’s going on

I’m too busy trying to write a pop song

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