The Cockfighter Songtext
von Scott Walker

Not my heart
Not the wrist
But my heart
Gone summer in there

Don′t see the hairline
The way it came down
There's bashing
Memories
The mouth
The spoon
Gone summer
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It′s a beautiful night
From here to those stars
Leathers on the sides of my fingers
Beautiful night
From here to those trembling stars
And the flesh is so fresh
And the nerves so fresh

Do you swear the breastbone was bare?
I saw it and made my escape
Do you have any doubt he slept in that bed?
I can only repeat I never saw him
Better listen before you fly all over your man
You better listen before I spill you in
If you could turn on your side
Move your touch to that hip
Easy now, easy now
It's a beautiful night, Garcia

A cigarette for the prisoner

That rhythm cracks like this one
And this one cracks like those over there
And those over there crack like these two
Bring in those stratas
Bring in those stratas
And that one cracks like these do
And these do just like this over here
This over here and out on the river


All the cows and lambs
Throwing in the darkness
All over the body
Slapping flat
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I have a green light for fifty thousand
It was the month of July
We had more in or going out
You were responsible for the rolling stock
I can only repeat I never saw him in bed
Do you know what happened to most of the children?
She opened the tent to take a morsel of air
Before the sun came up