Текст песни Stoner Train - Back In The Saddle

Back In The Saddle

I thought I've lost my grip forever,
But now I am complete.
They say: you must have listened better.
Get down on your feet!

Oh-oh x3
I'm back in the saddle!

I thought I'm broken for some reason,
And I was pretty right.
A glass of stout found the cure -
My belt sits tight.

Oh-oh x3
I'm back in the saddle!

Midget With A Crossbow

When little Bobby had a birthday,
His father made a prank.
He sold his son to a circus
Just to pay a rent.

And then he left his son forever
To be a little clown,
A funny midget on a pony
In a pink dress and a big crown.

For many years humiliated
With evenings drown in tears,
The midget found a dirty crossbow
And put away his fears.

Midget with a crossbow!
Crossbow.

Solo.

And every person, who was laughing
At the midget in the past,
Is found murdered from the back
With a poison bolt in a bloodbath.

Midget with a crossbow!
Crossbow.
Midget with a crossbow!
Crossbow.