Testi:
Costello Elvis National Ransom

The snitch, the snoop, the tattletale Lead a threadbare up stairs Adieu, my little ballyhoo You broke my heart in two And now I haunt the bars and scent

Using his clause just like a practised fingersmith I dreamed I took his digit prints And then sewed then on a villain's hands Watched him ransom and demand

She stood spotlit in a plain print dress Came howling out of the wilderness There beat a cunning and murderous heart Beneath that calm exterior "You

Maybe you'll recognize in time Maybe one day you will discover All the pain that lies behind You and your unfortunate love Somebody might be more Unsuitable

the very memory And approaches of war Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter Loose change lonely, not the right amount Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation

prospects? Exact, perfect object Now, if you'd only genuflect They're running wild Just like some childish tantrum Meanwhile we're working every day Paying off the National Ransom

The tempest blows up from a squall Past the Cape of Bad Conscience Into the Gulf of the Cauldron Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten Exposing

The spell that you cast Seems to be wearing off fast (The spell that you cast) Come back baby, cos I don't know if I can last (The spell that you cast

very memory And approaches of war Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter Loose change lonely, not the right amount Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation