Текст песни: Fatima Mansions, The - Blues for Ceaucescu
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.
He`s shining brightly, he can`t be a man
He is the genius of the Carpathians
He`s running checks on his mother`s womb
He`s gonna be reborn real soon
CHORUS:
Ciao, Ceaucescu! Ciao, Ceaucescu! Ciao, Ceaucescu!
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!
Well, golly gee, oh my gosh, I never
Regina, Regina rubs her thighs together
She made three wishes and they all came true
The middle one ended in a "W"
The first one began with a kiss kiss kiss
The last one ended in a pulverized fist
(And don`t forget, I need sleep. I don`t get no sleep.)
Meanwhile in London, things stay the same
The untenable must be maintained
Who`s that knocking down my back door?
It`s the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore--CHORUS
In the dingy Irish orphan`s home
Dickie Mountbatten licks the alchemist`s bone
It`s done in strict official secrecy
God, I love living in a democracy!
I really do! I do! I really do!
I looooooooovve you! I looooooooovvvvvvve you!
He`s shining brightly, he can`t be a man
He is the genius of the Carpathians
He`s running checks on his mother`s womb
Hey, look out below, he`s gonna drop in again soon!--CHORUS
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!
Give thanks!!
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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.
He`s shining brightly, he can`t be a man
He is the genius of the Carpathians
He`s running checks on his mother`s womb
He`s gonna be reborn real soon
CHORUS:
Ciao, Ceaucescu! Ciao, Ceaucescu! Ciao, Ceaucescu!
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!
Well, golly gee, oh my gosh, I never
Regina, Regina rubs her thighs together
She made three wishes and they all came true
The middle one ended in a "W"
The first one began with a kiss kiss kiss
The last one ended in a pulverized fist
(And don`t forget, I need sleep. I don`t get no sleep.)
Meanwhile in London, things stay the same
The untenable must be maintained
Who`s that knocking down my back door?
It`s the same bald-headed, bug-eyed male whore--CHORUS
In the dingy Irish orphan`s home
Dickie Mountbatten licks the alchemist`s bone
It`s done in strict official secrecy
God, I love living in a democracy!
I really do! I do! I really do!
I looooooooovve you! I looooooooovvvvvvve you!
He`s shining brightly, he can`t be a man
He is the genius of the Carpathians
He`s running checks on his mother`s womb
Hey, look out below, he`s gonna drop in again soon!--CHORUS
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!
Give thanks!!
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