Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Trader Horne
Исполнитель
Ray Elliot
Бас-кларнет
Judy Dyble
Вокал
Jackie Mcauley
Гитара
Andy White
Барабаны
John Godfrey
Бас-гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jackie Mcauley
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Barry Murray
Продюсер
Howard Barrow
Инженер звукозаписи
Слова
Well my grandfather spoke to me
And told me of his fears
And he smashed my tin soldiers
His eyes were full of tears
Well a river flew down my face
And ran across the floor
And the people who jumped over it
Were washed up on the shore
Oh the mixed up kind
Oh the mixed up kind
The mixed up kind
The mixed up kind
Well the stars fell like dust
And everybody died
And the sky shed a million tears
And everybody cried
Well the singer sang his song
That had one word
And the runner came in far too late
From running round the world
Oh the mixed up kind
Oh the mixed up kind
The mixed up kind
The mixed up kind
Well the stars fell like dust
And everybody died
And the sky shed a million tears
And everybody cried
Well the singer sang his song
That had one word
And the runner came in far too late
From running round the world
Oh the mixed up kind
Oh the mixed up kind
The mixed up kind
The mixed up kind
Written by: Jackie Mcauley

