Premiata Forneria Marconi - From Under Lyrics
a lover collecting ladiesa poet connecting raindropsa rock'n'roll star, a gambler's sevena saint on a train to heavenif you don't like your numbertrying to get out from underprovidence comes and offers sweetlyswallow the dream you likesome buy a dream crutch to survivesomebody says, "don't sell me lies" ...so providence kindhearted ladysent round all her salesmenwith toy revolutions and more ...cadillac gurusold jesus new circusblind fifties revivalsthe wind up pelvis bandkeeps on playingstill someone's saying"don't sell me lies"so providence called her last friendheroin the charming oceanpatient enough for every problemsilent enough to drown so many good friendsprovidence of illusionprovidence whore of fat kingsleave them alone!lady you'll never get themlady you'll never winthey are miles from your zooeven sadeven dying of sadnessthey are the winnersbeautiful winnersthey are the land of your fall ...