Old 97′s - Desperate Times

Текст песни Desperate Times

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Last night I dreamt of you, Abbie Hoffman peddling your books,
I gave five bucks to you, the other kids just gave you dirty looks.
I said ";I′m sorry it didn′t work out quite the way you planned.";
You said, ";That′s silly boy, the revolution is at hand.";

And if you got a ten spot brother, I got a dime,
These are desperate, desperate times.

Last night I dreamt of you, Pepe Lopez strung out on a stage,
It don′t even look like you, smiling like sawed-off twenty gauge.
I still remember the Telecaster down around your knees,
It′s late November and I think I smell tequila on the breeze.

And if you got the Cuervo honey, I got the lime,