An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say, "I love you" Gets me going where I want to
't even exist at all So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals You may ask why I want to torch
sand Of fire island's shore Better pray for your sins Better pray for your sins 'Cause the Gay Messiah's coming No, it will not be me Rufus the baptist
There I was in uniform Lookin' at the art teacher I was just a girl then Never have I loved since then He was not that much older than I was He had taken
little move and for sure you will be stung I'm singing "Oh, Jerusalem, oh, Jerusalem" See what he's picked up in the park Let's fuck this awful art party Want
I don't know what I'm doing I don't know what I'm saying I don't know why I'm watching All these white people dancing I don't know where I'm going But
Waiting for the present For the present to pass Waiting for a dream To last You are not my lover And you never will be 'Cause you've never done anything
Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Dona nobis pacem Dona nobis pacem pacem Dona nobis pacem [Translation
Is true love a trip to Chinatown Or being held in one's opium gaze Under the peach trees There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant
Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while Till
Maybe in you I'll believe Maybe I'll believe in you The future of my understanding of love Many a time I've before Before I've many a time Knocked a stranger
Never thought of Hades Under the Mississippi But still I've come for to sing for him So southern furies Prepare to walk for my harp I have strung and
Vertaling: Wainwright, Rufus. Wilt u twee.
: Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Dona nobis pacem Dona nobis pacem pacem Dona nobis pacem
move and for sure you will be stung I'm singing "Oh, Jerusalem oh, Jerusalem See what he's picked up in the park" Let's f**k this awful art party Want
: Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while
: There I was in uniform Looking at the art teacher I was just a girl then; Never have I loved since then He was not that much older than I was He had
: Is true love a trip to Chinatown Or being held in one's opium gaze Under the peach trees There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through
