Тексты песен Jack Bruce

You say Iv've got no conscience And I'm cold as driven snow So I do a little planning Just to make the money flow Staying well dressed Don't make me into a heel If you're talking civilization You know

There's got to be a way of gettin out this place we find we're in There's got to be a way of getting out this bloody mess we're in Take my wife – please She's down on her blistered knees She's dreamin

The smiles on city windows, It's only the weekly cleaner The dials on all the faces Are gradually getting nearer So make it careful when you can Forget it if you've read the plan Call a friend when yo

When he walks from the consul at sunset Barely remembers his name Walk is a little unsteady, sadly But he knows most of all that he's living beneath the volcano Won't be so many more days Isn't much t