Sad Sad Sad (1990‐07‐28, Stadio delle Alpi, Turin, ITA) Songtext
von The Rolling Stones

Fling you out into orbit
No one′s going to hear you shout
And fool aren't going to follow
You don′t need to sleaze about

Now you're sad, sad, sad
Sad, sad, sad
Sad, sad, sad
But you're gonna be fine

The elephant′s in the bedroom, throwing all his weight about
And I′m locked in the bathroom
Your screams are gonna drown me out

Now you're sad, sad, sad
Sad, sad, sad
Sad, sad, sad
But you′re gonna be fine, oh yeah


I get a cold chill, I get a cool thrill
Are you ready for the gilded cage?
Are you ready for the tears of rage?
Come on baby, don't let them drown you out, oh yeah

Sad, sad, sad
Mad, mad, mad
Sad, sad, sad
But you′re gonna be fine

Now, you're sad, sad, sad
Sad, sad, sad
Sad, sad, sad
But you′re gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine
You′re gonna be fine (fine, fine, fine)
You′re gonna be fine (fine, fine, fine)

(Fine, fine, fine)
(Fine, fine, fine)
Eh-yeah, oh-yeah
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah


(You're gonna be fine, fine, fine)
(Fine, fine, fine)
(Fine, fine, fine)