Представляем точный текст композиции "Pacemaker" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jamie T . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Pacemaker» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jamie T передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jamie T - "Pacemaker"
Lyrics to Pacemaker : Juveniles, hide your porno mags The girls got problems at her yard so shes packing up her bags full of rags Her man got down from Po Na Na While the Madre still in the kitchen smokes a 20-deck fags Body bags come back on planes from wartorn Iraq Its the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath Baby T, the juice and the dog just barks Remember man the bully always had the last laugh It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar White socks, black shoes with the ballads in the car With a lump in the throat she wont understand Twos on a cigarette its all blah blah Bloody obli obla dah glug down liquor Life goes on for all the daytrippers Starts off small but its gonna get bigger By the end of this letter it may all be better Well shes always asking with the who, where and how The girls say ooh la la Well if I had another chance Id do it differently now And the girls say ooh la la la la la la la From Trafalger Square where the crackpipe reeking To in your dark damp flat, the ceilings leaking You fell in love when you first started chatting But got so bored cause she never stopped speaking Consider this son on the bad behaviour Hes keeping all the freebies, delivering the papers You hate us, shake down fakers Oh, youll never get nowhere Cause Im the pacemaker (Keepup, runny runny run run) Pretty please me, oh, shes easy on the eye Some say that today only the good young die Ipee-oh-kai-yay, its been right good day I wanna ask questions but I dont mean to pry How did you get to where you going to before you came slowly moseying through this bar' You started your race, Jonny Cockeral wants his money Give up the man hes a fruit and nut bar (Im serious, hes a real nutter) Oh, I gotta see the GP, coughing up lungs Doc says stop or youre going die young I havent even started to do what I done You young dont listen, you just carry on Well, we heard it before when your song got sung Get a grip son Why' Cause youre always drunken Were not captains just skivvy sunken Humdrum drum, drum, live fast die young Mr Skin stumbling, the road rocky Trespassers on the private property Remember back then it was the ranter banter Young sons watched their young Pas get cancer Vagabond Sandy crying out for he missed her Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery So sing-a-long Sam this is a song about you We all went out and we got pissed-ola I dont wanna fight hes a right big cunt But the fellas say go on my son, my son Its all a bit of fun til someone gets done But the fellas say go on my son, my son Well, Im more likely to pick up and run But the fellas say go on my son, my son Ah fuck it, well, hes a right big cunt But Ill knock him one, fuck that Run, run [ Pacemaker Lyrics ]
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