Paroles Exposure de Bill Hicks

Textes et Paroles de Exposure

(chorus) Eee Ex Posure, eeee ex posure, don't it sound so fine
Eee Ex Posure, like a real fine wine
Mmmmmmmm, don't it slide on down
Right on down to the ground,
Don't it sound eeeee exxxx actly like money.....
Honey?

When you're gettin' out you're gonna hear the word
& it'll drive you nuts and it'll seem absurd,
But it's just the facts, just the way it is:
If it's sho-nuff real then it's both show-biz,
How they'll say to you with a big slow grin,
And your hand in theirs, and a fountain pen,
And when they use a big nomenclature like "closure,"
Well, baby, that's just another patois for...
(chorus)

See I was talking jack to this dude in red,
He has this club that the paper said
Was the only place that you had to play,
And if you got that gig it would be all ok.
And he knows, you know, what is in your head,
And he's got your (umm) "things" 'tween a rock and a stone,
So when the dough looks mighty thin, no meat on the bone,
Why he's stuffin' your pockets with...
(chorus)

I got done with the gig, it was four AM,
I was packin' up when the girl walked in,
Rollin' my wires and shuttin' my case,
Not really expectin' some brand new face--
In fact I was hopin' for the guy in blue,
Who'd been back in the office for an hour or two,
Countin' his take 's'what I was figgurin,'
And here comes this honey with a fifth of gin:
Singin' her song, and it sound like...
(chorus)

You know the rest, less you're seventeen,
I was back on the street with a lack of green
And I couldn't find my fingerpicks,
And my car was towed, and there was this dude
Dress up in black, with a jones in his pocket
For the money I owed.
So I just skedaddled on out of there,
And perused my reviews from my easy chair.
And if you want to get rich in the music game,
Just plant yourself out front of the axe,
And don't go round back for love or ambrosia,
Just tell 'em to do it all for.......

(Alt. chorus) Eee Ex Posure, eeee ex posure, don't she look so fine
Eee Ex Posure, for a real good time,
Mmmmmmmm, don't it slide on down
Right on down to the ground,
Don't it sound eeeee exxxx actly like money.....
Honey?

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