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Well i'm walking this road with mud on my shoes and the coats of the men are clean and their pockets are filled with pennies and their ladies laugh at me and i'm cheered by the way the birds show off and the flags that blow against the wind but every time i cross a man i start shaking in my boots again. good lord! good lord! i want someone to kiss me, take off my clothes Songtextemake love to me, i don't know good lord! good lord! well this place ain't much like the old world it don't seem much like the old world three big men, they corner me: we got a bone to pick with you your numbers they just don't add up and your wings is stained with glue and the good guys don't wear no funny clothes and the honest guys don't rhyme and the pure of heart they hide their light and the innocent don't shine and the truth it looks a bit like us and common sense is where we stand and the farthest point our eyes can see is the farthest point of this land good lord! good lord! i want someone to kiss me, take off my clothes make love to me, i don't know good lord! good lord! well this place aint much like the old world it don't seem much like the old world my tongue is tired and defeated it don't wanna speak no more i just wanna bury my head in my hands and slouch way down on the floor but then i think of that long lost day when I sat in a field with you you said, beautiful day, beautiful child i wanna give my life to you so you slit your wrists and the blood poured out and we watched a thousand roses bloom then i kissed you till the flesh turned back like a baby soft and new good lord! sweet lord! well this place aint much like the old world it don't look much like the old world Aus Songtexte Mania