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Richard & Linda Thompson
Richard & Linda Thompson
Chant
Timi Donald
Timi Donald
Batterie
Pat Donaldson
Pat Donaldson
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Richard Thompson
Richard Thompson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Richard & Linda Thompson
Richard & Linda Thompson
Production
John Wood
John Wood
Production

Paroles

I feel for you, you little horror Safe at your mother's breast No lucky break for you around the corner 'Cause your father is a bully And he thinks that you're a pest And your sister she's no better than a whore. Life seems so rosy in the cradle, But I'll be a friend I'll tell you what's in store There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. There's nothing to grow up for anymore Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you And throw you on the side And all because they love themselves sincerely And the man holds a bread knife Up to you throat is four feet wide And he's anxious just to show you what it's for. Your mother works so hard to make you happy But take a look outside the nursery door There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. There's nothing to grow up for anymore And all the sad and empty faces That pass you on the street All running in their sleep, all in a dream Every loving handshake Is just another man to beat How your heart aches just to cut him to the core Life seems so rosy in the cradle, But I'll be a friend I'll tell you what's in store There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. There's nothing to grow up for anymore
Writer(s): Sammy Cahn, Saul Chaplin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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