Sunday Papers - текст песни
Sunday Papers
Mother doesnХt go out any more
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside
If you want to know about the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know about the stains on the matress
You can read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers
MotherХs wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the TVХs on
Whatever moves beyond these walls
SheХll know the facts when Sunday comes along
If you want to know about the man gone bonkers
If you want to know how to play guitar
If you want to know about the other suckers
You can read it in the Sunday papers, read it in the Sunday papers
Sunday papers donХt ask no questions
Sunday papers donХt get no lies
Sunday papers donХt raise objection
Sunday papers donХt got no eyes
BrotherХs heading that way now I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldnХt print it if it wasnХt true
If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to drive your car
If you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the Sunday papers, read it in the Sunday papers
Sunday papers donХt ask no questions
Sunday papers donХt get no lies
Sunday papers donХt raise objection
Sunday papers donХt got no eyes
Sunday papers donХt ask no questions
Sunday papers donХt get no lies
Sunday papers donХt raise objection
Sunday papers donХt got no eyes
Read all about it, Sunday papers
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