Тексты песен Cardiacs

Going around all the shops always closing Never time to persue my interests Will I ever find the time For a quick taste of the high life? I'm so perplexed though it doesn't really seem To affect the h

It carried its home on its back When it came Saying he was for me a spell Could be good could be bad Soak him in some water And it will be good Or wear him as a shirt for week And call him by a name B