Take A Long Line
He was selling postcards from a paper stand
a whiskey bottle in his withered hand
he put a finger on a photo from an old magazine
and saw himself in the shadow of his dream
They found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown
told him his feet stank and took him downtown
called him agitator, spy and thief
shut him up in solitary third degree
take a long line, reel him in
He tried to appeal to the king of might
he said "I'm just excercising my sacred right"
the king he said "You ain't got no rights
you're a madman, a traitor, get outta my sight"
take along line, reel him in
They put him aboard a well wound whirlwind
pulled out his teeth and rold him to grin
he gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine
and said "I never existed, you've been wasting your time"
take a long line, reel him in
Toma una larga fila
Él vendía postales desde un puesto de periódicos
una botella de whisky en su mano marchita
puso un dedo en una foto de una vieja revista
y se vio a sí mismo en la sombra de su sueño
Lo encontraron con la cabeza dentro de una corona de lata
dijeron que sus pies olían mal y lo llevaron al centro
tildándolo de agitador, espía y ladrón
lo encerraron en la tercera dimensión solitaria
toma una larga fila, recógelo
Intentó apelar al rey del poder
dijo 'Solo estoy ejerciendo mi derecho sagrado'
el rey dijo 'No tienes derechos
eres un loco, un traidor, ¡fuera de mi vista!'
toma una larga fila, recógelo
Lo subieron a un torbellino bien enrollado
le sacaron los dientes y le dijeron que sonriera
él les dio una sonrisa, sacó una botella de vino
y dijo 'Nunca existí, han estado perdiendo su tiempo'
toma una larga fila, recógelo
Escrita por: Doc Neeson / John Brewster / Rick Brewster