Перевод песни John Coffey – Featherless Redheads

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Pull my head back, pull my head back
I'd better brace myself for what is to come
Pull my head back, pull my head back
Yeah they always said I was a son of a gun
The rush of nations turning into routine
The race of races stopped alluring to me
The scent of a certain decay
Is the state I'm going under, the state I'm going after
Pull my head back, pull my head back
I'd better brace myself for what is to come
Pull my head back, pull my head back
Yeah they always said I was a son of a gun
These are the stories of our lives
At length, the S.O.S. is set
Where the carcass lies, the vultures will gather
And oh my God I'm never coming home
The rush of nations turning into routine
The race of races stopped alluring to me
The scent of a certain decay;
It's crawling up to my nose
It's crawling up to my nose and I know that
These are the stories of our lives
At length, the S.O.S. is set
Where the carcass lies, the vultures will gather
And oh my God I'm never coming home
Is where the heart is tonight
I can see them coming but I can't see who's right
But I can see them coming for me
I can see them coming for me
These are the stories of our lives
At length, the S.O.S. is set
This state I'm in could uphold itself forever
And oh my God, I'm never coming —
I can see them coming for me