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Текст песни I Fought The Groove Police

I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
And The Groove Police Won

Like the early 70's oz rockers
Those digital mothers sons
Like our movie making mavericks
The kings of oz-plotation

Like women over forty
Trying to stay on television
Soon it's gonna be my turn
To take my medicine

I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
And The Groove Police Won

Yeah II Fought The Groove Police
Just being around
Just by being a certain age,
By having a certain sound
Wearing a certain tie
Before certain ties came back
For those about to rock
When everyone is back in black

You never meet the Groove Police
They dont come round to yours
To sneer at your prog records
Whilst championing Sigur Ros

They dont critique your curtains
Or deconstruct your decor
Their life's a private party
Your name's not on the door

They kill you by inaction
Embargo your supply
They wash their Pontius Pilate hands
As you hang out to dry
Your dream drops like the disappeared
From a chopper into the blue
And you become a footnote
In a concrete shoe

I know I'm in your gun sights
I'm odds on to lose
I copuld have Ghandi's insights
British India's what you'll choose

I Fought The Groove Police
And this is my last request
Kill me off humanely
Not silent lingering death

If it t'were done
When t'is done
Then t'were well it were done quickly
Send your wicked messenger
Like Stalin did to Trotsky
I'll leave him a key
He can talk to me
As he comes in with his ice pick
"DC, The Groove Police sent me...this won't hurt a bit."

Look me in the eye
Look me in the eye
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police
I Fought The Groove Police...