Åñëè Âàøåé ëþáèìîé ïåñíè èëè àëüáîìà The Wildhearts íåò â ñïèñêå ïåñåí, òî Âû ìîæåòå äîáàâèòü èõ â íàøó êîëëåêöèþ ñ ïîìîùüþ ýòîé ôîðìû. Äîáàâèòü âèäåî-êëèïû ê ïåñíÿì Âû ìîæåòå íà ñîîòâåòñòâóþùèõ ñòðàíèöàõ. Òàê æå Âû ìîæåòå äîáàâèòü áèîãðàôèþ è äèñêîãðàôèþ ñ ïîìîùüþ ýòîé ññûëêè.
Åñëè Âû õîòèòå äîáàâèòü íîâîãî èñïîëíèòåëÿ è åãî ïåñíè, âîñïîëüçóéòåñü ýòîé ôîðìîé.
I’ve had a drink and a smile in every port of heaven
And from 5 on the dial I’m at 8, 9, 10 and 11
I gotta find a way
I gotta fix me a buzz
I’ve got a pain like a pain
And I want it to stay
Could be mine, could be yours
Could be there any time I want
Nurse, make me well
I come here straight from hell so the ground is yours
I’ve been through anger, peace and honesty
And all I got was patience – yes I did
But the good’s getting better
And the bad are merely minor frustration
I’ve got to find a way to keep the way I find
‘Coz the chances are good that it won’t let you down
Like maybe drinking with keef
Or seeing Dolly Parton’s tits
Nurse, make me well
De-louse me, clean me up ‘til I’m free to go
keep it maximum
File under ‘Lost in the truth somewhere’
And you’ll find me
I got my hate, and my fear, and my hang-ups
Here to remind me
I gotta climb my way
I gotta kick the crust
I’ve got to make like I do, like I always did
Keeping time for the kind not designed to waste time
Nurse, make me fine
Remind me that there’s never been a better time to be alive
…To the better times
…To the best times
…To the bed times
…This sheet is getting sticky
