Текст песни Elton John - Social Disease

My bulldog is barking in the back yard Enough to raise a dead man from his grave; And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing, Disturbance going to crucify my days. And the days they get longer and longer, And the night-time is a time of little use; For I just get ugly and older, I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose. And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning, I get bombed for dinner-time and tea; I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time, I'm a genuine example of a social disease. My landlady lives in a caravan, Well, that is when she isn't in my arms, And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness, But my liquor also helps to grease her palm. And the ladies are all getting wrinkles, And they're falling apart at the seams, While I just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams. And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning, I get bombed for dinner time and tea. I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a heart of gold, I'm a genuine example of a social disease.
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