Popemobile To Paraguay Lyrics by Fatima Mansions, The

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 necrophile
    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

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