《Terry Is The Chicago Sun》歌词

[00:00:07] @ @

[00:00:11] terry walks and talks and meets and greets and eats what he sees

[00:00:17] he’s photographed in swimming pools and jacuzzis

[00:00:23] his wedding ring conspicuously missing from his left ring-finger

[00:00:29] close-ups ensure that we don’t miss what the article laboured to spell out

[00:00:35] trivia dominates the headlines

[00:00:37] he drinks red wines when he dines with anybody but his wife

[00:00:41] who knows what they see in him through their pound-sign’d eyes

[00:00:50] bingeing and swinging in his kitchen

[00:00:53] “diet or die, terry” read the chicago sun

[00:00:56] run, terry, run

[00:01:02] and terry will spin in his gravy

[00:01:05] when he sees what’s in tomorrow’s chicago sun

[00:01:10] run, terry, run

[00:01:22] he’s in the autumn of his years

[00:01:26] but with a spring in his step-

[00:01:29] his wife’s left him now, he’s moving in the new brunette

[00:01:35] divorce settled on the moors

[00:01:38] rather than through the courts

[00:01:41] and it’ll be serialised for working class eyes

[00:02:13] now terry’s rotting in his jail cell

[00:02:17] there’s no mention of him in the chicago sun

[00:02:21] run, terry, run

[00:02:26] but maybe if he hangs himself

[00:02:29] he’ll make one last front page of the chicago sun

[00:02:33] run, terry, run