Текст песни: British Lions - Fork Talking Man








(john fiddler)



First met you you were lonely, pushin your smile in my face

Now I know that youre phoney, youre the human races disgrace

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man, fork talking man



You laid down on the floor just to cheat me for a while

Before I could even count to four the visions of you ran wild

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man, fork talking man



People Im telling you theres a conspiracy

The witness to that is the sadness that you see

Im looking at you. are you looking at me? are ya?

Aint no-one can make you what youre not

If theres a chance to run theyll give a shot

I look pretty cold but Im really hot. hotcha!



Every time you walk on the street with your heart muscles all on show

You ask someone the time of day and they tell you which way to go

Now youre a man without a brain, a prisoner without parole

Youre in a rush without a name, a spirit without a soul

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man, fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man, fork talking man

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(john fiddler)



First met you you were lonely, pushin your smile in my face

Now I know that youre phoney, youre the human races disgrace

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man, fork talking man



You laid down on the floor just to cheat me for a while

Before I could even count to four the visions of you ran wild

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man, fork talking man



People Im telling you theres a conspiracy

The witness to that is the sadness that you see

Im looking at you. are you looking at me? are ya?

Aint no-one can make you what youre not

If theres a chance to run theyll give a shot

I look pretty cold but Im really hot. hotcha!



Every time you walk on the street with your heart muscles all on show

You ask someone the time of day and they tell you which way to go

Now youre a man without a brain, a prisoner without parole

Youre in a rush without a name, a spirit without a soul

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man, fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man

Youre a fork talking man, fork talking man

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