Текст песни The Alan Parsons Project - Pyromania

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There are pyramids in my head There's one underneath my bed And my lady's getting cranky Every possible location Has a simple explanation And it isn't hanky-panky I had read Somewhere in a book, they improve all your food and your wine It said, that everything you grow in your garden would taste pretty fine Instead, all I ever get is a pain in the neck and a Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak I've consulted all the sages I could find in yellow pages But there aren't many of them And the myan panoramas On my pyramid pajamas Haven't helped my little problem I've been told Someone in the know can be sure that his luck is as Good as gold, money in the bank and you don't even pay for it If you fold, dollar bill in the shape of the pyramid that's printed on the back It's no lie You can keep the edge of a razor as sharp as an Eagle's eye, you can grow a hedge that is vertically straight over Ten feet high, all you really need is a pyramid and just a little luck I had read, somewhere in a book, they improve all your food and wine I'd been told, someone in the know can be sure of his good luck It's no lie, all you need is a little bit of pyramidic help

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