Thrupenny Tears
Trashcan Sinatras"Thrupenny Tears" is a song by Trashcan Sinatras, released in 1990 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:45 long and contains 40 lines and 205 words.
Lyrics
0:43That reminds me of the time I felt
0:46It's time for sin and catholic guilt
0:49Two years later to the day
0:51I had reason to confess
0:54With her hair a shining shade
0:57Of bus conductress blond
1:00Tales of music and movement
1:02Were told in grip and groan
1:06But to put these thoughts
1:07In songs like theirs
1:11Of the honest truth
1:14There'd be no trace
1:18Just lying out loud
1:34Meanwhile I'm back here in wonderland
1:38A sorry sight with flowers in hand
1:41Pours his heart out till his thirst
1:43For college girls is satisfied
1:46Standing there with ego
1:49Proudly on tip toe
1:51All the time I'm thinking
1:54Well
1:54Well
1:55Here we go
1:57Another perfect song of greed
2:03Brings the house down to its knees
2:09By dying out loud
2:15One more awful dancer
2:21Steptoe's son a song and dance of love
2:27When I think of soap operas
2:30And what makes them so popular
2:32The answer's posing in front of my eyes
3:03And he's strutting to the strain of
3:10'Send in the clowns'
3:12And troops his true colors
3:21When no one's around
3:27And his desk top tales
3:33Are the best around but
3:45Putting pain to paper reads
4:34Like a lunge at fame and greed
4:45Just crying out loud
That reminds me of the time I felt It's time for sin and catholic guilt Two years later to the day I had reason to confess With her hair a shining shade Of bus conductress blond Tales of music and movement Were told in grip and groan But to put these thoughts In songs like theirs Of the honest truth There'd be no trace Just lying out loud Meanwhile I'm back here in wonderland A sorry sight with flowers in hand Pours his heart out till his thirst For college girls is satisfied Standing there with ego Proudly on tip toe All the time I'm thinking Well Well Here we go Another perfect song of greed Brings the house down to its knees By dying out loud One more awful dancer Steptoe's son a song and dance of love When I think of soap operas And what makes them so popular The answer's posing in front of my eyes And he's strutting to the strain of 'Send in the clowns' And troops his true colors When no one's around And his desk top tales Are the best around but Putting pain to paper reads Like a lunge at fame and greed Just crying out loud
Translation
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