Drivin' outta Vegas in their automobile She was in the back seat while he was at the wheel With the windows wide open All the money from the store, they
spoken Hello, hello, this is Monkeywrench, come in, Calling Money Hutch headquarters. Tell Smoky Grayhead the « bus stopper » is a guy. Tell « Mister
Now, I know I had somethin' to say But the problem is, to say somethin' Uh, you've got to say it And I still don't remember a thing Since the funny gas
On a crowded street, or from a passing car I can see the world from where I am People stand in line so they can buy their things They buy a vegetable
ll hear the drums and the brush of steel You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west spoken
They don't want me They used to want me But they don't want me Anymore I used to belong Now I don't belong It's not the same song Anymore We used to play
Look at the way they're walking All these people around are givin' me looks Keep a big secret on the quiet side Where's the nearest place to hide? Chorus
Wake up in the morning, pull myself outta bed Think about the night before and everything I said I've made lots of promises I know that I can't keep So
Traduction: Wall Of Voodoo. Appel de l'Ouest.
start sixty-nine Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at Here I am doin' shows, wall to wall
them west With Mojave dust, paper cups And Grayhound immigrants There's the sidewalk saviors And drunken sailors And she-men in leather like cops You got the calling
[written by Wall of Voodoo, from their album Call of the West] [correlated with the cover by Celtic Frost from the album Into the Pandemonium] I feel
club, Liks performing live next 0:20 - sounds of clinking ice cubes, drinks being poured] Voodoo - Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh [
