The Bomber — текст песни (Toto)

When I became of age

My momma sat me down

She said, son youve grown up

Its time to look around

So I began to notice some things i

Hadnt seen before

Thats what brought me hope

Knockin on your back door



A closet queen, the worst Ive seen

She wants to shake my hand

I dont want to be there

When she decides she can

Its apple dan, hes just the man

To pick fruit off your branches

I cant sleep if he cant keep

His cattle off my ranches



Its too strong, somethings wrong

And I guess I lost the feeling

I dont mind the games you play

But I dont like you dealing

The cards look bad, my lucks been had

And theres nothin left to smoke

Will all be back tomorrow

For the punch line of the joke