Текст: Crowded House. Pineapple Head.

:
Detective is flat
no longer is always flat out
got the number of the getaway car
didn't get very far
As lucid as hell
these images moving so fast
like a fever
so close to the bone
I don't feel too well

And if you choose
to take that path

I will play you like a shark
and I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark
to enflame you

Sleeping alone
for pleasure, the pineapple head
it spins and it spins
like a number I hold
don't remember if she was my friend
it was a long time ago

And if you choose
to take that path

Sleeping alone
for pleasure, the pineapple head
it spins and it spins
like a number I hold
don't remember if she was my friend
it was a long time ago

And if you choose
to take that path
would you come to make me pay?