Peter Terry & The City Profits

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Yellow doves fly above, flower bed of roses, in between their noses sits a little man caressing his can of goldHe started out at grammar school and made his way by following the rulesHeʼd pride himself on doing great got Aʼs as grades on every test heʼd takeCus he came from nothing, want to be something better than his daddy wasBut his father told him son, Ê»being first ainʼt number oneʼ then he said“Donʼt fly so high that you canʼt see the ground or hear itʼs soundsSparks turn to flames, burn up your wings theyʼll bring you downFind the value of love dear boy, open up your veins and let your cauffers bleedFree”He grew from boy to manand had a plan that led him straight into the jewelers bizGot himself four cars, three homes, two dogs, one fine wife the life he always wantedBut work came first, wife came second, fiddled for two years too longTill one day when he came home, looked around and she was goneFound a note upon the bed, he unfolded it and read, and it said“While you were flying high and tending to your goldI met a man named Jackson who fucked right to my soulFind the value of love dear boy, open up your veins and let your cauffers bleedFree”SongtexteEvery now, every now I think about himNow and then I stop and stare and think about himYellow doves fly above, flower bed of roses,in between their noses sits a little man caressing his can of gold Aus Songtexte Mania