Fatima Mansions - Blues For Ceaucescu Lyrics
Well, hello.You can no longer depend on the land in which you were born.You can no longer depend on any land in which you choose to place yourself.You can no longer depend on the bed in which you lie by night,Or the room in which you sit by day.You can no longer depend on the pillow on which you lay your head.You can no longer depend on the existence of [silence] in your mind when you close your eyes.Go to england, baby-raper, false economist.Call yourself king charles iii.Nobody will notice.Nobody will be alarmed.There is no constitution.Go. goodbye. goodbye.Hes shining brightly, he cant be a manHe is the genius of the carpathiansHes running checks on his mothers wombHes gonna be reborn real soonChorus:Ciao, ceaucescu! ciao, ceaucescu! ciao, ceaucescu!Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!Well, golly gee, oh my gosh, I neverRegina, regina rubs her thighs togetherShe made three wishes and they all came trueThe middle one ended in a wThe first one began with a kiss kiss kissThe last one ended in a pulverized fist(and dont forget, I need sleep. I dont get no sleep.)Meanwhile in london, things stay the sameThe untenable must be maintainedWhos that knocking down my back door?Its the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore--chorusIn the dingy irish orphans homeDickie mountbatten licks the alchemists boneIts done in strict official secrecyGod, I love living in a democracy!I really do! I do! I really do!I looooooooovve you! I looooooooovvvvvvve you!Hes shining brightly, he cant be a manHe is the genius of the carpathiansHes running checks on his mothers wombHey, look out below, hes gonna drop in again soon!--chorusGoodbye! goodbye! goodbye! goodbye!Give thanks!!
