文本歌词

Don Mclean - Magdalene Lane(Live)
The angels are lost
in the city of stars
Wise men are down
on their knees
And the Fruitman of
Freeway will sell you his cars
When he's sure that
you can't find the keys
And the ladies on
Magdalene Lane
All worship the sun
and the sand
And the migrants who
come can't complain
For this is their
promised land
MGM studios can't
make the nut
They're auctioning
Dorothy's shoes
Gable is gone the
good witch is a slut
And I've got the
parking-lot blues
The wizard brought
benzedrine smiles
And he never let Dorothy doze
she died as she
walked down the aisle
And all that remains
is her clothes
Over the rainbow a
Kansas tornado
Can twist up a little
girl's head
Aunt Em's on relief and
the tin man's a thief
And even the wizard
can't wake the dead
The prophet has come
to the kingdom of lights
But there's no one
to listen or learn
And the saviour performs
for the prophet's delight
While dissenters are
banished or burned
And the heretics
beg to be heard
But the saviour's
on tour for the week
Salvation is found
in his word
If only he'd learn
how to speak
And Lincoln is laughing
with Amos and Andy
Concerning the great Civil War
And Paul Revere sleeps
with the worst-looking creeps
While revolution's
knocking at his door
Magdalene Lane is the
red-light domain
Where everyone's soul
is for sale
A piece of your heart
will do for a start
You can send us the
rest in the mail
For we have our own
families to feed
And we can't let them
starve just for you
But we'd rather not
watch while you bleed
So come back in an hour
when you're through
It's just another city
full of sorrow
Makes no differens
while i came
and i only know i
need head marow longly
the mothur man knows my name