Pancake — текст песни (Tori Amos)

You give me yours, I`ll give you mine.

`Cause I can look your God right in the eye...

You give me yours, I`ll give you mine.

You used to look my God right in the eye. He-ya.





I believe in defending in what we once stood for.

It seems in vogue to be a closet misogynist homophobe.

A change of course in our direction,

A dash of truth spread thinly...

Like a flag on a popstar, on a Benzodiazapene.





You give me yours, I`ll give you mine.

`Cause I can look your God right in the eye...

You give me yours, I`ll give you mine.

You used to look my God right in the eye. He-ya.





Oh, Zion please remove your glove,

And dispel every trace of His spoken word,

That has lodged in my vortex.





I`m not sure who`s fooling who here,

As I`m watching our decay.

We both know you could deflate a seven hurricane.

You could have spared her- oh, but no,

Messiahs need people dying in their name...

You could have spared her- oh, but no,

Messiahs need people dying in their name.

You say, I ordered you a pancake... He-ya.

You say, I ordered you a pancake..