Mott The Hoople - Hymn for The Dudes текст песни

(ian hunter/verden allen)

God aint jive

For I can see his love

As it runs alive

n one by one

Through fields of rusted wire

The war has just begun

Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove

Who cares not for fame just for shy love

n rejoice for the king aint lost his throne, oh no

Hes still here, you are not alone

Correct your heads

For theres a new song rising

High above the waves

Go write your time

Go sing it on the streets

Go tell the world, but you go brave

Oh my sweet instant christian you are such a sly clown

Too many questions, no replies now

n rejoice for the king aint lost his throne, oh no

Hes still here, you are not alone

I got an idea

Go tell the superstar

All his hairs are turning grey

Star-spangled fear

As all the people disappear

The limelight fades away

Cos if you think you are a star

For so long theyll come from near and far

But youll forget just who you are (yes you will)

You aint the nazz

Youre just a buzz

Some kinda temporary

Cross over shame like the wise dove

Who cares not for fame just for shy love

Oh-oh, my sweet instant christian you are such a sly clown

Too many questions, no replies now

n rejoice for the king aint lost his throne. oh no.

Hes still here, you are not alone, you are not alone.