Santa Fe — текст песни (RENT)

ANGEL
New York City-
MARK
Uh Huh

ANGEL
Center Of The Universe

COLLINS
Sing It Girl-

ANGEL
Times Are Shitty
But I`m Pretty Sure They Can`t Get Worse

MARK
I Hear You

ANGEL
It`s A Comfort To Know
When You`re Singing The Hit The Road Blues
That Anywhere Else You Could Possibly Go
After New York Would Be A Pleasure
Cruise

COLLINS
Now You`re Talking

Well, I`m Thwarted By A Metaphysic
Puzzle
And I`m Sick Of Grading Papers-That I
Know
And I`m Shouting In My Sleep, I Need A Muzzle
All This Misery Pays No Salary, So
Let`s Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe
Oh Sunny Santa Fe Would Be Nice
Let`s Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe
And Leave This To The Roaches And Mice

Oh--Oh

ALL
Oh--

ANGEL
You Teach?

COLLINS
- I Teach Computer Age Philosophy
But My Students Would Rather Watch TV

ANGEL
America

ALL
America!

COLLINS
You`re A Sensitive Aesthete
Brush The Sauce Onto The Meat
You Could Make The Menu Sparkle
With Rhyme
You Could Drum A Gentle Drum
I Could Seat Gueats As They Come
Chatting Not About Heidegger, But Wine!

Let`s Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe
Our Labors Would Reap Financial Gains

ALL
Gains, Gains, Gains

COLLINS
We`ll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe
And Save From Devastation Our Brains

HOMELESS
Save Our Brains

ALL
We`ll Pack Up All Our Junk And Fly
So Far Away
Devote Ourselves To Projects That Sell
We`ll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe
Forget This Cold Bohemian Hell
Oh--
Oh--

COLLINS
Do You Know The Way To Santa Fe?
You Know, Tumbleweeds...Prairie Dogs...
Yeah