Songtexte:
Costello Elvis Brutal Youth

What is your destiny? the policewoman said (20% amnesia) The word that she wanted was destination I'm afraid (20% amnesia) This is your future boy, this

When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes And lies in the meadow with her hands tied behind her back I won't refuse if you know how to use it Just

Blessings I don't count Small mercies and such The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth Strip

Here in the bar, the boys like to have fun There's a wager lost and an argument won There's a stone-washed damsel on a junk food run It's a kinder murder

My science fiction twin Is doing better than expected He captured a little blonde trophy wife Who's really very well connected And when he calls home

The chains from the bridle and the reins fell from my hands The engines are idle and the ship sails on dry land I stood there stupefied, I thought I

She wears a wedding ring her sister lent To throw them off the scent Just let them guess, it's what they expect Who in the world has bitten her neck?

Take your tiny feet out of your mother's shoes Or there is going to be a terrible scene It's not just the lipstick drawn on crooked When they find how