jumpsuit city þarký sözü

all the way from bucharest your skin crawled on the way to hollywood
through a whole in the wall
you saw the free world trading in bones
there´s a guardian angel at the window
staring at the corner
she´s nowhere to go
she´s in the free world trading her bones

chorus
but if your mother didn´t like it she don´t need to know
as long as your sending the money home
what happened to the body of the child she bore
answers on a postcard from jumpsuit city

sprayed by a moonbeam through the linden leaves
cast in a shadow in anonymity
he found the free world and sucked on their bones
performing for animals he´s dressed to thrill
high on a pedestal see the surgeon´s skill
he lets the free world feast on his bones

chorus
behind the curtains there´s a sanctuary
for the businessman and the refugee
this is the free world and they trade with their bones
a dead flower from a buttonhole
lies in the gutter with a million souls
it´s the free world, and they´re only trading in bones

chorus

(dick/boult/cassidy)