Авторы: Phil Collins, Mike Rutherford, Tony Banks, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett
No-one seems to take up the chaseand with the familiar faces fresh in his mind he moves into a reconstruction of his old lifeabove ground - too much time was one thing he didn't needso he To cut through it with a little speed. he was better off deadthan slow in the head. his momma and poppa had taken a ride on his backso he left very quickly to join the pack. I see faces and traces of home back in new york city - So you think I'm a tough kid? is that what you heard? Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood. The call me the trail blazer - rael - electric razor I'm the pitcher in the chain gangwe don't believe in pain 'cos we're only as strongyes we're only as strong As the weakest link in the chain. Only after a spell in pontiac reformatory was he given any respect in the gang. Let me out of pontiac when I was just seventeen I had to get it out of meif you know what I meanwhat I mean. You say I must be crazy'cos I don't care who I hitwho I hit. But I know it's me that's hitting out and i'mI'm not full of shit. I don't care who I hurtI don't care who I do wrong. This is your mess I'm stuck inI really don't belong. When I take out my bottlefilled up high with gasoline You can tell by the night fires where rael has beenhas been. Nowwalking back home after a raidhe was cuddling a sleeping porcupine. That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the accompaniment of very romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous stainless steel razor. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blamebut me. Held my heartdeep in hair Time to shaveshave it offit off. No time for romantic escape When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. no! Off we go... Your sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel. Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash But it was mine in the first placeso I'll burn it to ash. And I've tasted all the strongest meats And laid them down in coloured sheets (laid them down in coloured Sheets). Who needs illusion of love and affection When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection? Connection. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blamebut me. Held my heartdeep in hair. Time to shaveshave it offit off. No time for romantic escape When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. no!