The Kinks - Scrapheap City скачать mp3

There ain't no beauty And there ain't no style, There's no quality And there's no purity. Honour's dead and buried Because it's unnecessary. Look at all the people, Why they all look the same. They're walking to the factory In their cloth caps and trilbies. They've got no style, Ain't it a pity. They're tearing old quality down Without any pity, Now they're coming to take me away To Scrapheap City. They say that good manners belong on a heap, They say they're outdated and they're obsolete, And now they're coming to take me away To Scrapheap City. There's no quality And there ain't no style Just miles and miles Of Scrapheap piles. There's no quality And there's no purity. They're digging up all of the flowers Because they look pretty And erecting identical concrete monstrosities. They're killing off all of the animals too, The only ones left are the ones in the zoo. Now they're coming to take me away To Scrapheap City. Ain't it a pity, Scrapheap City.