Leonard Cohen - A Singer Must Die lyrics
[Leonard Cohen - A Singer Must Die lyrics]
Now the courtroom is quiet
But who will confess
Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes
Then read me the list of
The crimes that are mine
I will ask for the mercy
That you love to decline
And all the ladies go moist
And the judge has no choice
A singer must die for the lie in his voice
And I thank you
I thank you for doing your duty
You keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty
Your vision is right, my vision is wrong
I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song
La, la, la
Oh, the night it is thick
My defences are hid
In the clothes of a woman
I would like to forgive
In the rings of her silk
In the hinge of her thighs
Where I have to go
Begging in beauty's disguise
Oh, goodnight, goodnight
My night after night
My night after night, after
Night, after night, after night
I am so afraid that I listen to you
Your sun glassed protectors they
Do that to you it's their ways to detain
Their ways to disgrace
Their knee in your balls and
Their fist in your face
Yes, and long live the state
By whoever it's made
Sir, I didn't see nothing
I was just getting home late la, la, la
But who will confess
Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes
Then read me the list of
The crimes that are mine
I will ask for the mercy
That you love to decline
And all the ladies go moist
And the judge has no choice
A singer must die for the lie in his voice
And I thank you
I thank you for doing your duty
You keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty
Your vision is right, my vision is wrong
I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song
La, la, la
Oh, the night it is thick
My defences are hid
In the clothes of a woman
I would like to forgive
In the rings of her silk
In the hinge of her thighs
Where I have to go
Begging in beauty's disguise
Oh, goodnight, goodnight
My night after night
My night after night, after
Night, after night, after night
I am so afraid that I listen to you
Your sun glassed protectors they
Do that to you it's their ways to detain
Their ways to disgrace
Their knee in your balls and
Their fist in your face
Yes, and long live the state
By whoever it's made
Sir, I didn't see nothing
I was just getting home late la, la, la