Banana Republic Septic Isle Screaming in the Suffering sea It sounds like crying (crying, crying) Everywhere I go, oh yeah Everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms Police and priests And I wonder do you wonder While youre sleeping with your whore That sharing beds with history Is like a-licking running sores Forty shades of green yeah Sixty shades of red Heroes going cheap these days Price; a bullet in the head Banana Republic Septic Isle Suffer in the Screaming sea It sounds like dying (dying, dying) Everywhere I go, oh yeah Everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms Police and priests Take your hand and lead you Up a garden path Let me stand aside here And watch you pass Striking up a soldiers song I know that tune It begs too many questions And answers too Banana Republic Septic Isle Suffer in the Screaming sea It sounds like dying (dying, dying) Everywhere I go, oh yeah Everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms Police and priests The purple and the pinstripe Mutely shake their heads A silence shrieking volumes A violence worse than they condemn Stab you in the back yeah Laughing in your face Glad to see the place again Its a pity nothings changed Banana Republic Septic Isle Suffer in the Screaming sea It sounds like dying Everywhere I go Everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms Police and priests youtube/watch?v=OfMwWLnpgGw#t=13
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 21:49:15 +0000