Turpentine Songtext
von Kevin Coyne

Coyne


Take it
I know in Seven Oaks, there are plenty of folks
Who carry guns, carry knives
Smash the faces of their wives, of their wives
Take some turpentine
Burn the whole wide world right down now Take some turpentine
Burn the whole wide world right down now .
I see the cars, I see the people
There′s a flame on the steeple
Little babies on window sills
The people far below are ready to kill
- Solo - - Solo - Hold me, enfold me
Never leave me, don't you cold me
I′m not joking, I'm not dying
We're going to the moon
Better start flying Take turpentine