Waiting For The Son Of Man (single «Bruise Pristine»)1995 (исполнитель: Placebo)

[bad word] to the ugly, not me,
 [bad word] to the lucky, not me.
People in my head that won't stop talking,
Nothing in my dream that isn't creepy crawling.
Walking in the park and I think that I'm falling,
Swimming in the sea and I think I'll.
You guessed it.

Only lifeguards, only lifeguards packing all the time can save me.
Waiting waiting waiting for the son of man, for the son of man.

 [bad word] to the ugly, not me,
 [bad word] to the yappi, not me.
Nothing on the box that hasn't been born,
No one in the street that isn't old.
Driving in the car and I think that I'm crashing,
Swimming in the sea and I think I'll.
You guessed it.

Only lifeguards, only lifeguards packing all the time can save me.
Waiting waiting waiting for the son of man, for the son of man.
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