Billy Bragg - The Cloth [2][#][*][Version] Lyrics
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The Cloth [2][#][*][Version]
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What Are The Lyrics For The Cloth [2][#][*][Version] By Billy Bragg?
Did you believe those things
We read in the papers? And never mind that, can you meet me Down at the Time Warp tonight? Oh, you look divine That suit would get you into anywhere Tonight I'll be, as you can see The idol of an island far, far away A man of straw in cloth of gold Look into his eyes at the days of old And bow to the cloth And bow to the cloth Can you believe those things We've seen in the papers? Never mind that, can you get to the bar Before the next egg starts? The word goes round the eyes of a wife And magazines with shiny pages And my hay-head where will it stop? And the boys in the shop continue to bop A man of straw in cloth of gold Look into his eyes to the days of old And bow to the cloth Bow to the cloth (Hate them now) Heading down, getting further down And we've hit an iceberg But I don't care what the people think I will drink and drink 'til the damn ship sinks A man of straw in cloth of gold Look into his eyes to the days of old A drowning man in a metal coat The prince has fallen into the moat To the cloth, to the cloth |
Who Wrote The Cloth [2][#][*][Version] By Billy Bragg?
Billy Bragg
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What's The Duration Of The The Cloth [2][#][*][Version] By Billy Bragg?The duration of The Cloth [2][#][*][Version] is 2:47 minutes and seconds. |
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