Zobacz utwór: Go, move, shift

Lack Of Limits - Go, move, shift

Tekst :

BORN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON
IN A HORSEDRAWN CARRIAGE ON THE OLD A5
THE BIG TWELVE WHEELER SHOOK MY BED
YOU CAN`T STAY HERE THE POLICEMAN SAID:

YOU`D BETTER GET BORN IN SOME PLACE ELSE,
MOVE ALONG, GET ALONG, MOVE ALONG, GET ALONG,
GO! MOVE! SHIFT!

BORN ON THE COMMON BY THE BUILDING SITE
WHERE THE GROUND WAS RUTTED BY THE TRAIL OF WHEELS
THE LOCAL CHRISTIAN SAID TO ME:
YOU`LL LOWER THE PRICE OF PROPERTY

BORN AT POTATO PICKING TIME
IN A HUMBLE TENT ON A TATIE FIELD
THE FARMER SAID THE WORK`S ALL DONE
IT`S BETTER YOU GET MOVING ON

BORN ON THE BACK OF A HAWTHORNHEDGE
WHERE THE BLACK HOAR FROST LAY ON THE GROUND
NO WISEMEN CAME IN BEARING GIFTS
INSTEAD THE ORDER CAME TO SHIFT

THE EASTERN SKY WAS FULL OF STARS
AND ONE SHONE BRIDER THAN THE REST
THREE WISEMEN CAME IN BEARING GIFTS
AND BROUGHT THE ORDER TO EVICT

WAGON, TENT, OR TRAILER BORN
THIS MONTH, LAST YEAR OR IN FAR OFF DAYS
BORN HERE OR THOUSANT MILES AWAY
THERE`S ALWAYS MEN NEARBY WHO`LL SAY...

YOU`D BETTER GET BORN IN SOME PLACE ELSE,
MOVE ALONG, GET ALONG, MOVE ALONG, GET ALONG,
GO! MOVE! SHIFT!