Oingo Boingo - Sucker For Mystery - Текст песни

And I've always been a sucker for mystery 

And I've always been a sucker for mystery 

And I've always been a sucker for mystery 

And I've always been a sucker for mystery 


So I turn to the left and I turn to the right 

But none of the answers are in sight 

So I made a mistake maybe once or twice 

And I can't even get to paradise 

And a priest came up to me and touched my face 

He said terrible things happen round this place 

Such terrible things happen round this place 

Such terrible things happen round this place 

No demon, no man has got a clue 

But surely son, the end will turn out right for you 

'Cause I've always been a sucker for mystery 

And I've always been a sucker for mystery 


There's a little boy walking up the stairs 

Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere 

He comes to a door but he's afraid to knock 

And he bends down low and peers throught the lock 

And there's a tall man standing with a glistening knife 

And he's stooping over something that has no life 

With stifled tears he starts to turn away 

But a strange little voice seems to whisper 

"Stay!" 

He's always been a sucker for mystery 

And he's always been... 


(Chorus) 

I don't want to say good bye 

I want to give it one more try 

I don't want to say good bye 

I want to give it one more try 


Won't somebody help 

Won't somebody help 

I'm all alone now with nothing to do 

And I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go 

And I'm stuck with two tickets to an awful show 

And my mouth's full of words but I've got nothing to say 

And I've been sitting in front of the TV set all day 

And my head's in a vice and it won't let up 

And my feet won't move and if that ain't enough 

The telephone rings... "Hello!" 


I've seen children with such angry faces 

When you look in their eyes, it makes you want to cry 

There's a time and a place for everything 

There's a time and a place for everything 


Now it doesn't seem fair 

But who cares they're someone else's 

As long as they don't come close to mine 

There's a time and a place for everything 

There's a time and a place for everything 


So we packed our bags and went back to the hotel 

In back of the squalor and the living hell 

And they sell you this and they sell you that 

They sell you their sister for a buck and a half 

Such terrible things happen round this place 

Such terrible things happen round this place 

Such terrible things happen round this place 

And people disappear without a trace 

And I've always been a sucker for mystery 

And I've always been... 


Well the mystery that intrigues me the most 

Is the one that makes men give up hope 

The pride and the search for even little things 

That might give a meaning, or even a hint 

Cause how can a free man not have hope 

When he hasn't even reached the end of his rope 


I don't want to say good bye 

I want to give it one more try 

I don't want to close the gate 

I still think that it's not too late 

I know when I reach the end 

I want to start all over again 


And I've always been a sucker for mystery...