Текст песни: Circus Days + перевод

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

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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

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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?

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I will tell you the truth about the Cross and the Crown

'No pain, no gain, betrayed, but not beaten!'

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