Letra de Banana Republic - The Boomtown Rats

Banana Republic - septic isle
Screaming in the suffering sea
It sounds like crying.
Everywhere I go - everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms
Police and priests.
And I wonder do you wonder
When you're sleeping with your whore.
That sharing beds with history
Is like a lickin 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 crying. . . .
Take your hand and lead you
Up a garden path.
Let me stand aside here
And watch you pass.
Striking up a soldier's song
Another tune
It begs too many questions
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Banana Republic - septic isle
Suffer in the screaming sea
It sounds like crying
. . .
The purple and the pinstripe
Mutely shake their heads.
A silence shrieking volumes
A vio\ence worse than they condemn.
Stab you in the back
yeah
Laughing in your face
Glad to see the place again -
It's a pity nothing's changed.
Banana Republic - septic isle
Suffer in the screaming sea
It sounds like crying
. . .
Banana Republic - septic isle
Suffer in the screaming sea
It sounds like crying
. . .