Текст песни Пыльная Радуга - Френсис Бин

Francis Bean, Francis Bean
Here are all of ours, come, hang out
Francis Bean, Francis Bean
There will be your dad and he is not alone

The future of the dead is you
The future of the dead me
The future of lilies on the stone
In the evening of a pretty crappy day

Francis Bean, Francis Bean
Let's sit on the roof, pull the gin
Francis Bean, Francis Bean
Stay late, damn it

The future of the dead is you
The future of the dead me
The future of lilies on the stone
In the evening of a pretty crappy day
The future of the dead is you
The future of the dead me
Future round dance over the pit
In the evening of a pretty crappy day

Set the flowers of life
In the bedroom by the window
Refuel Syringes of Thoughts
We are all in one
Fields of Flowers of Life
This is our everything.
Refuel Syringes of Thoughts
Take care of her
Take care of her
Take care of her x9

Francis Bean, Francis Bean
Do you want caramel, do you want heroin
Francis Bean, Francis Bean
Left-handed blond ran to heaven
Francis Bean, Francis Bean
Here are all of ours, come, hang out
Francis Bean, Francis Bean
There will be your dad and he is not alone

The future of the dead is you
The future of the dead me
The future of lilies on the stone
In the evening of a pretty crappy day
The future of the dead is you
The future of the dead me
Future round dance over the pit
In the evening of a pretty crappy day x4