Текст песни Портрет Дориана Грея - Рты

Em G Am H
In my head - plenty of tunes
And in my subcortex - a lot of poetry.
I pick up a guitar, and something comes out
From soul to light for the gaping mouths.

           pr-in:
The word - silver, silence - gold. 2p.

Roth will laugh, maybe cry
And takes his favorite thing - to chew,
Dentures will wash and hide,
Pray God will settle to sleep.

                  pr-in

In the dream, her mouth is sweetly smack,
Waking up, kiss the wife would be.
And l need to bite your own elbow
Kohl elbow neighbor to get easier?

                    pr-in

Roth attach to a glass, ate sausage,
Attach again and sing something.
And no matter what he sang, he immediately launched into a dance:
He does not care - because he does not mind, and the mouth.

                    pr-in