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Текст песни Elton John - Social Disease

Social Disease
Elton John
Social Disease               Elton John  T    By   Baddad

My bulldog is barking in the backyard    
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave 
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing 
Disturbance going to crucify my days 

And the days they get longer and longer 
And the nightime is a time of little use 
For I just get ugly and older 
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose 

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 
I'm a genuine example,,     of a social disease 

My landlady lives in a caravan 
Well that is when she isn't in my arms 
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness 
But my liquor also helps to grease her palm 

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 
And they're falling apart at the seams 
Well I just get high on tequila 
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams 

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 
I'm a genuine example,,,     of a social disease 

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 
And they're falling apart at the seams 
Well I just get high on tequila 
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
I get bombed for dinner time and tea 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a hart of gold 
I'm a genuine example ,,,         a social disease of
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