Chris Rea - Blues текст песни

Well I look out of my window

I see the morning cold and grey

I look out of my window

I see the morning cold and grey

I told you so many years ago

Theyre all gonna end up, end up this way

Well the fat man took my money

And the daughter wont give it back

The fat man took my money

Sons and daughters wont give it back

Put my family out on the street

Put my marriage on the rack

Well they steal your water

And if you want some you got to pay

The greenies point their fingers

The people know better they dont listen what they say

They live in fear and frustration

Oh their crappy lives why should they give a toss anyway

Nineties blues

Nineties blues

Nineties blues