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Fatima Mansions - Popemobile To Paraguay lyrics
The postmark read "Asuncion"...
 By the foul Adriatic there can be some dramatic
 variations in the temperature
 so you can't recall which S.S. dress to wear
 but the king of the Papists is a friend of the rapists
 and the upside-down crucifixion squad
 so escape from sure defeat is thus arranged
 A man with your knowledge of electrical goods
 should not be condemned because he's misunderstood
 Trip from Zagreb to Rome, and on to Asuncion
 in the clothes of a bishop, the new beard being your own
 CHORUS:
 You may think we look stupid, but we're paying the rent
 and we won't trade our fortunes for a hippy tent
 We've been all colours of angels with both wings on the right
 and we've supped and we've coupled through our mystic life
 Eternal City, firm and true, no naked crimson lights
 Constant like an anthrax bomb, honest like a knife...
 All of this must never die
 Popemobile to Paraguay
 It's been a while since you said "heil"
 You CIA-bred necrophileFatima Mansions - Popemobile To Paraguay - http://motolyrics.com/fatima-mansions/popemobile-to-paraguay-lyrics.html
 No Russkies left to rail at, not for now
 but the Slavs in their millions
 with their scrapheaps of children
must replace your South Americans
 More skulls to keep your Mafia in the Mafia Top Ten
 They'll mass when commanded, they'll hate when they're told
 They'll murder their neighbours for the good of their soul
 They'll punish your enemies if you'll read out their names
 They'll be adorning the bridges from the Don to the Thames--CHORUS
 Cleansing faces of their smiles
 Butchers sheltered and praised
 Meeting pain with fairytales
 Dead bank-balances raised
 All of this must never die
 Popemobile to Paraguay
 You may think we look stupid, but we're behind with the rent
 How much am I bid for this real piece of Jesus' polyester tent?
 Polyester tent which my dad just sent
 and it's lock up the women, burn this book for me, man
 Send sweeties and flowers to Teh-huh-ran
 Lock up the women, burn this book for me, man
 Send sweeties and flowers to my pal in Tehran
 In Eye-ran









