martin l gore - the old triangle كلمات الأغنية

a hungry feeling came o’er me stealing
and the mice were squealing
in my prison cell

and the old triangle
went jingle jangle
all along the banks
of the royal c-n-l

to begin the morning
the warder’s bawling
“get out of bed
and clean up your cell”

and the old triangle
went jingle jangle
all along the banks
of the royal c-n-l

on a fine spring evening
the lag lay dreaming
the seagulls wheeling
high above the wall

and the old triangle
went jingle jangle
all along the banks
of the royal c-n-l

the screw was peeping
the lag was sleeping
while he lay weeping
for his girl sal

and the old triangle
went jingle jangle
all along the banks
of the royal c-n-l

the wind was rising
and the day declining
as i lay pining
in my prison cell

and the old triangle
went jingle jangle
all along the banks
of the royal c-n-l

in the female prison
there are seventy women
i wish it was with them
that i did dwell

then the old triangle
could go jingle jangle
all along the banks
of the royal c-n-l

the day was dying
and the wind was sighing
as i lay crying
in my prison cell

and the old triangle
went jingle jangle
all along the banks
of the royal c-n-l
all along the banks
of the royal c-n-l

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