Circus Days

歌詞

This land is a tomb, democracia in danger Fist on the phone, you're never alone I am the prisoner of music hall, deep in the heart of darkness So arm the boys with my old friend megalomania With the Devil in your head, and Jesus in the house It's a religious riot don't you deny it Congo war, Hezbullah, you are what you are But in the eyes of Stalin, you are my darling Flood aid or bad aid on television Tuesday, suicide guide televise Right before your very eyes Circus days Talk peace, make war, it's the Virgin and the Whore Wigs at war America is waiting Bonanza! A virtual reality, net the children as far as you can see Then go tell Eta, it will get better Circus days Gimme! Gimme! Give me! Is this jackpot or have we lost the plot? And everyone's so full of their own fucking propaganda So harvest me with a rotten death And I'll take you by the arse and screw you In the sorrow of self interest, is God mad to the sound of music? Circus days. I will tell you the truth about the Cross and the Crown 'No pain, no gain, betrayed, but not beaten!' Circus days