The Art of Survival 


BE-BOP-A-LULA, BABE
BE-BOP-A-LULA, SWEETHEART
I DONíT WANNA MAKE YOU OBEY ME
THOUGH I HAVE BEEN TRYING SO HARD
BUT NOW IíM IN DANGER
SO WOULD YOU PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR HAND
I FEEL LIKE A STRANGER
IN NOBODYíS LAND

IíM NOT HAVING FUN
I KNOW WHAT IíM TALKING ABOUT
SEEMINGLY I WENT TOO FAR
AND NOW ITíS TOO LATE FOR ME TO GET OUT
AND NOBODY GIVES
A DAMN FOR A PIECE OF MY LIFE
ITíS TIME TO BEGIN
A DANCE OF THE ART TO SURVIVE
THE ART TO SURVIVE, BABE

YOU WANT A RELIABLE PROOF
YOU DONíT UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN:
HEY, BABE, LOOK UP TO THE ROOF
YOU SEE: SHARPSHOOTERS ARE WAITING FOR ME
WAITING FOR ME
WAITING FOR ME

BE-BOP-A-LULA, BABE
BE-BOP-A-LULA, SWEETHEART
I DONíT WANNA MAKE YOU OBEY ME
THOUGH I HAVE BEEN TRYING SO HARD
BUT THEY DONíT FORGET THE BEGINNING
THEY WONíT LET ME GET TO THE END
SO GIVE ME, PLEASE, GIVE ME, PLEASE, GIVE ME
A CHANCE TO SURVIVE IN NOBODYíS LAND


© 1991 Yuri Naumov