Текст: Del Amitri. Some Other Sucker's Parade. Paper Thin.

SOSP, UK Version of the album

He was a self made man
Made a killing on copper mines
He loved beautful girls
Got a taste for fancy wines
And the suits he wore were paper thin

He built a big white house
In the valley of the kings
Took a beautiful wife
Bought her every possible thing
And the silk she wore was paper thin

Well, they travelled in style
Paid cash for everything
Had a beautiful child
Had a champagne christening
But as they raised ther glasses in toast to him
He saw the crystal was paper thin

So the shadows came
Whispering words to him
He sold the company out
And cashed all those futures in
But it all still looked so paper thin

Well, it was late one night
And the rain was streaming down
He called his wife's name out
Said honey, it's over now
I'm gonna burn it all
I can't take this any more
But as he struck the match
She took a pistol from the drawer
She said I ain't going down with you
Pulled the trigger in
And the bullet it passed right through
Like he was paper thin