Тексты песен Split Enz

Dirty Creature come my way from the bottom of a big black lake Shuffles up to my window making sure I'm awake S'probably gonna pick my brain Got me in a vice-like grip He said one slip, your dead. Ha.

Pull up a flag, or light a fire, or send up a flare Build me a beacon, seems there's no other way out of here Inform the local correspondent Tell him to phone in, tell the papers, put it over the air

Hiding in the wings forever We'll take the stage, cos it's now or never And the whole thing reeks of cheap striptease The matinee idylls they all fall to their knees It's not all first nights at all T