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It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife Into poor wandering Becket under a mother of Pearl sky At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme While feeling out of sorts like a road sweeper dressed up to the nines As the multi-colored kite over shoulders taking flight And the local matador gives two fingers to the girl next door I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail And in me father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?" There by the slot machine, there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet And the disciples from the street They all burst in through open doors And the creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs Pure ecstasy The circus master smiles pointing his finger at the mime I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul who was taken before his time And all the precious stones or the mongrel's bone won't entice me, you silly child You just run on home for your tea's gone cold And your mother cursed you blind And the backdoor man feels wrong for switching off when signing on And the double-jointed thief wins an award for pure indecency Songtexte I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail And in me father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?" There by the slot machine, there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet Then the disciples from the street They all burst in through open doors And the creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs Pure ecstasy I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today He's working for Irish rail Aus Songtexte Mania