The Black Sorrows
Текст песни Deadline Blues

Way down in Tresco
They're takin' it slow
Keepin' the faith child
Watchin' it flow
Here in the hothouse
They wait in the dark
Try to make love
Just to tear it apart

High on the mountain
They answer the call
Raised up to the glory
Safe if you fall

Back in the sweatbox
You crawl to her door
Lean on the Number
Collapse on the floor

We all got the deadline blues
Sorry boy, you lose

Safe in the country
It's just what it seems
Riding on hope
While you live out your dreams

Trapped in the pit
They still shiver in fright
You might belong
But it's hell here tonight

We all got the deadline blues
Sorry boy, you lose
We all got the deadline blues
Honey now light that fuse

(J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)