Letra de A Lilac Harry Quinn
In this sumptuous hacienda, Where I weigh things up as they're on the way down From beneath your Reverend Jim Jones bedspread I watch the angels look down onto your sweet browIf God had meant for us to work Then I'm sure he would have given us jobs Six weeks to live but at least I'm not in Journey Sign on you crazy diamondI didn't take much time convincing her Baby, I'm from the Wirral peninsula A merciless despot, with nothing to lose In my Dick Quax running shoesUnderneath the shade of the average tree where They handed out mediocrity I saw you with Alchemy under your arm Standing in the middle of a long queueI saw the Goodyear airship sail over your head I saw the joke I told you fly over your head Why don't they have any badminton courts in the jungle? Because there isn't the demand Oh let me take you by the handSturmey-Archer Campagnolo Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo on my mind