Текст и слова песни Gwar – The Road Behind
Well I'm traveling down the road
Carrying that heavy load
I'm in a drug induced stupor
Sleazy, I can't do the show
Hanging out backstage
I'm in a homicidal rage
Signed a million dollar contract
Puked on every page
Slaughtered 1/2 the crew
Cause they ate the deli tray
Oh baby hey
Said I'd do the show but I
Cancelled anyway
You were a road kill baby
Till I scraped you in my arms
Just another wattle flapping
On the old turkey farm
So baby...
And the wheels keep rolling
And another signpost gone
All along the road behind
Oh can't you hear me calling
Just like the sad whale song
I'm on that road behind
Well there you have it baby
I'm just a sensitive guy
I snuffed a million planets
And still find time to cry
Because there is more to life
Then making other people die
Like a little bloody tear baby
Running out my dirty little eye
And some things baby
Just don't make no sense
Does it really matter baby
If I bug your parents?
You were just a road kill baby
Till I scraped you in my arms
Just another wattle flapping
On the old turkey farm
Now baby quit yer crying
Put those clown britches on
(repeat chorus)
And the wheels keep rolling
And another signpost gone
Carrying that heavy load
I'm in a drug induced stupor
Sleazy, I can't do the show
Hanging out backstage
I'm in a homicidal rage
Signed a million dollar contract
Puked on every page
Slaughtered 1/2 the crew
Cause they ate the deli tray
Oh baby hey
Said I'd do the show but I
Cancelled anyway
You were a road kill baby
Till I scraped you in my arms
Just another wattle flapping
On the old turkey farm
So baby...
And the wheels keep rolling
And another signpost gone
All along the road behind
Oh can't you hear me calling
Just like the sad whale song
I'm on that road behind
Well there you have it baby
I'm just a sensitive guy
I snuffed a million planets
And still find time to cry
Because there is more to life
Then making other people die
Like a little bloody tear baby
Running out my dirty little eye
And some things baby
Just don't make no sense
Does it really matter baby
If I bug your parents?
You were just a road kill baby
Till I scraped you in my arms
Just another wattle flapping
On the old turkey farm
Now baby quit yer crying
Put those clown britches on
(repeat chorus)
And the wheels keep rolling
And another signpost gone
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