Dislocated Songtext
von Ian Gillan

Ears are screaming
Vase a leaning tower
On my plate
At the party

There was no party
There was no suitcase
There was no back seat
There was no car
Dislocated, dislocated, dislocated, dislocated


Mine′s a double
In a china shop
Around and round
The corner

There was no corner
There was no street light
There was no whisky
There was no bar

Takamine
High to eye
Believing well alone
My guitar

There was no guitar
There was no music
There was no lipstick
There was no bra


Dislocated, dislocated, dislocated, dislocated