Paroles de la chanson Dirty Dancehall par The Zutons
Auteurs: Sean Payne,Boyan Chowdhury,Abigail Harding,David Mccabe,Russell Pritchard
Editeurs: Emi Music Publishing France
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Paroles de la chanson Dirty Dancehall par The Zutons
Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall
Everyone was dancin' in the dirty dancehall
The chins did a-wobble, the eyes did stare
There was a sense of threat in the air
Everyone's dancin', feelin' fine
But looking like Zombies, as though they're dying
I stood alone in the darkened room
My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom
Oh the dogs and the vermin
Were moochin' the streets
Sniffin' out the candy
Down in the alley a tramp falls asleep
Falls asleep, murdering the hookers and chops off their feet
Everyone was dancin' in the dirty dancehall
The chins did a-wobble, the eyes did stare
There was a sense of threat in the air
Everyone's dancin', feelin' fine
But looking like Zombies, as though they're dying
I stood alone in the darkened room
My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom
Oh the dogs and the vermin
Were moochin' the streets
Sniffin' out the candy
Down in the alley a tramp falls asleep
Falls asleep, murdering the hookers and chops off their feet
I stood alone in the darkened room
My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom
This is just a night in the City of Culture
But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures
But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures
But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures
But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures
Oh the lights came on and the music stopped
Men in uniform outside on the watch
The tramp waits by the bush to pounce.
Woken up again by a young girl's shout.
Closing up the club, a fight breaks out
All the black mariah's were left in no doubt
One got killed another one ran
They ended up arresting an innocent man
My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom
This is just a night in the City of Culture
But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures
But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures
But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures
But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures
Oh the lights came on and the music stopped
Men in uniform outside on the watch
The tramp waits by the bush to pounce.
Woken up again by a young girl's shout.
Closing up the club, a fight breaks out
All the black mariah's were left in no doubt
One got killed another one ran
They ended up arresting an innocent man
This is just a night in the City of Culture
Where everyone's white and looks like vultures
Where everyone's white and looks like vultures
Where everyone's white and looks like vultures
Where everyone's white and looks like vultures
Where everyone's white and looks like vultures
Where everyone's white and looks like vultures
Where everyone's white and looks like vultures
Where everyone's white and looks like vultures
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