Elliott Smith - Junk Bond Trader (early version) скачать видео бесплатно

the imitation wore a colorful habit

riding in the glow of the tv static

taking out the trash to the man

give the people something they understand

a stickman flashing a fine-line smile

a Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style

rich man in a poor mans clothes

the permanent installment of the daily dose

and you tell people they're too paranoid

but it's only you they must avoid

fast asleep in a small reality

boring as a drug you take too regularly

the athlete's laugh; the broken crutch

the first true love that failed because you felt too much

night brought you to no decision

but to execute every day with precision

happy holidays, said sad savior

the leaving lover that I still favor

you gave me rhetoric

no sympathy

the saddest song, a symphony

but i don't expect

anyone to quite connect

my broken heart together

now I'm a policeman directing traffic

keeping everything moving, everything static

I'm the hitchhiker you recognize passing

on your way to some everlasting...

everlasting waving hand

everlasting waving hand

everlasting waving hand

everlasting waving hand

everlasting waving, everlasting waving