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Текст песни Congratulation

Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation
The sons and daughters
of city officials attend demonstrations
It's hardly a sink or swim when all is well
with the ticket sales

Out with a whimper,
It's not a blaze of glory
You look down from the temple,
People endeavor to make it a story

And chisel a marble world,
But all is lost
If its never heard

But I've got someone to make reports
and tell me how my money's spent
To book my stays and draw my blinds
So I can't tell what's really there
And all I need's a great big congratulations

I'll keep your dreams
You pay attention for me
As strange as it seems, I'd rather dissolve
Than have you ignore me
The ground may be moving fast, but
I tied my boots to a broken mast.

The difference is clear
You throw it in your cauldron
Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn
Steinways and Baldwins
You start with a simple stock of all the waste
And salt to taste

and damn my luck and damn these friends
that keep on combing back their smiles
I saved my grace at half-assed guilt
And lay down the quilt upon the lawn..
Spread my arms and soak up congratulations!