Banana RepublicSeptic IsleScreaming in the suffering seaIt sounds like cryingEverywhere I goEverywhere I seeThe black and blue uniformsPolice and priestsAnd I wonder do you wonderWhile you're sleeping with your whoreThat sharing beds with historyIs like a-licking running soresForty shades of green yeahSixty shades of redHeroes going cheap these daysPrice; a bullet in the headTake your hand and lead youUp a garden pathLet me stand aside hereAnd watch you passStriking up a soldier's songI know that tuneIt begs too many questionsAnd answers to,The purple and the pinstripeMutely shake their headsA silense shrieking volumesA violence worse than the condemnStab you in the back yeahLaughing in your faceGlad to see the place againIt's a pitty nothing's changed...E INTANTO IO ME NE VADO A RADIO ONE...:)
NON VI SEMBRA SEMPRE PIU' UNA REPUBBLICA DELLE BANANE?
Banana RepublicSeptic IsleScreaming in the suffering seaIt sounds like cryingEverywhere I goEverywhere I seeThe black and blue uniformsPolice and priestsAnd I wonder do you wonderWhile you're sleeping with your whoreThat sharing beds with historyIs like a-licking running soresForty shades of green yeahSixty shades of redHeroes going cheap these daysPrice; a bullet in the headTake your hand and lead youUp a garden pathLet me stand aside hereAnd watch you passStriking up a soldier's songI know that tuneIt begs too many questionsAnd answers to,The purple and the pinstripeMutely shake their headsA silense shrieking volumesA violence worse than the condemnStab you in the back yeahLaughing in your faceGlad to see the place againIt's a pitty nothing's changed...E INTANTO IO ME NE VADO A RADIO ONE...:)