The Peoples Limousine — текст песни (Elvis Costello)





Its a chilly florentine evening

Two men in evening hats

Telling tales of the underground and

Fishing for reds

Policemen armed with uzis

Stand guard but they dont speak

Aint seen no michaeangelo

Hell be here next week.

The girl in the shoes

With the crystal heels went chaperoned by her brother

They raise a glass of amber wine

Take pictures of each other

Of the policemen in the fountains

And the sickle and the hammer

And they came with uncle romulus

With his walking cane and camera



She looked like someones girlfriend

She looked like a dream

She looked as unlikely

As the peoples limousine.



Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of you

Hush your mouth and cover your eyes for Ill tell your father of you

He paid to have you painted in the company of angels

Only to find you flirting anew with chico marx and perverted engels



The patron saint of television smiles down from the shelf

Romulus cant criticize but he cant bless himself

He has a tin of pea-green paint and a big roll of black tape

To vandalize these obscenities then make his escape



She walked up to the nice policeman and asked him for a match

He saw romulus approaching and slipped off the safety catch

Then cut down her uncle, he was painted red and green

Just as she was kidnapped in the peoples limousine.



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