Little America — текст песни (Rem)

I can`t see myself at thirty I don`t buy a lacquered thirty
Caught like flies preserved for tomorrow`s jewelery again
Lighted in the amber yard a green shellback green shellback
Preserved for tomorrow`s eyes in tree beer tar black brer sap
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse Jefferson I think we`re lost

Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today`s belongings?
Who will sweep the floors, hedging near the givens?
Rally round your leaders it`s the mediator season
Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she`s led?
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,
The consul a horse, oh man I think we`re lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,
A matter of course, Jefferson, Jeffer

Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback
Sky-lied, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap,
Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader`s game
Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle,
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,
The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we`re lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,
The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we`re lost