Текст и слова песни Rent Soundtrack – Santa Fe
New York city, center of the universe
Sing it girl, times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
I hear that
It's a comfort to know
When you're singing the hit-the-road blues
That anywhere else you could possibly go
After New York would be a pleasure cruise, now you're talking
Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers that I know
I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle
And all this misery pays no salary, so
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Sunny Santa Fe would be nice
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
You teach?
Yeah, I teach computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
America, America
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You can make the menu sparkle
With a rhyme
You can drum a gentle drum
I can seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger
But wine
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial gains
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains
We'll, pack up all our junk and fly so far away
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds, prairie dogs, yeah
Sing it girl, times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
I hear that
It's a comfort to know
When you're singing the hit-the-road blues
That anywhere else you could possibly go
After New York would be a pleasure cruise, now you're talking
Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers that I know
I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle
And all this misery pays no salary, so
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Sunny Santa Fe would be nice
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
You teach?
Yeah, I teach computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
America, America
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You can make the menu sparkle
With a rhyme
You can drum a gentle drum
I can seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger
But wine
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial gains
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains
We'll, pack up all our junk and fly so far away
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds, prairie dogs, yeah
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