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Hey, she'll set the world a light
    She's looking lost with life
    But no-one's on fire
    And still she burns
    She waits her turn
    Straight up.
Sometimes at least it seems
    She hears the whole place scream
    But she finds sleep
    With light hand relief
    She's going deep
    Straight up
She holds no convictions
    Which means she never doubts
Day falls into night
    She draws the blind
    Calls it a day
    And when she wakes
    Sees nothing's changed
    Straight up.
She just stands there waiting
    Waiting for something
    Anything at all
    Nothing at all
    Not at all. 
Did you slip the noose when the beast broke loose
    The elephants graveyard ain't the place to be
    And white turns black, dies of heart attack
    The elephants graveyard needs the change of scene.
    You got the money, but who needs the tension
    And fear's no cheaper on the old age pension
    There's just one thing that I forgot to mention
    What've you got to lose when you know
    You're guilty 'till proven guilty
    Isn't that the law
    Guilty 'till proven guilty
    That's what we saw
    Do the blue rinse shuffle with the beach boy muscle
    Waiting all your life for this golf cart life
    You see the judge and then you check the jury
    She does her hair and calls the lawyer curti
    It's Disneyland under martial law
    Titch on the TV tell me what you saw
    They wre guilty 'till proven guilty etc....
    Justice isn't blind
    It just looks the other way
    Not from want of trying
    I have nothing left to say
    The sky burns bright, 24 hour night
    And you don't pay death duties when your on death duty
    You came here looking for the peace and quiet
    The healthy air and the healthy diet
    The sea's so calm but the street's a riot
    Taken years off your life when you've no years left to give
    Yeah you're
    Guilty 'till proven guilty etc.
    Shame shame shimmy shame.
    Shame shame shimmy shame. 
I can sleep alone
    I know how
    I stay here on my own
    And now.
I wake from sleep with little rest
    It's 10 by 9 and in a mess
    A window shut but facing west
    A worn out rug, an old address
    And 
    This is my room
    Yes
    This is my room
I often stay at home
    I often sleep alone
    I know how 
I was reading in New Zealand about Ian Smith
    I was thinking they were lucky to be rid of that shit.
    The people here can still believe in stiff lips and stiff collars
    They're speaking deals in English
    But they're making deals in dollars.
    They're breaking up an empire
    Nobody's buying British
    They're calling for an umpire
    Nobody's playing cricket
    The flags are coming down everybody stands saluting
    But somewhere in the distance, I can hear somebody shooting.
And another piece of red left my atlas today.
It's so long Hong Kong and no more Singapore
    Those steaming nights of Malta
    Goodbye Gibraltar
    I'll give you arms for Africa
    I'm hungry for India
    The sun's set on Australia
    And vive le Canada
Theyre breaking up an empire
    Nobody's buying British
    Calling for an umpire
    It really isn't cricket
    The flags are coming down
    There's a minimum of looting
    Somewhere in the distance I can see somebody shooting
    And another piece of red left my atlas today.........
I don't want to listen
    But I think I see you screaming
    And it hurts.
Instant Solzhenitsyn
    I get salt mines when I hear your voice
    It hurts.
Kiss the hurt off her Kung Fu tongue
    I turn off when she turns on
    That's why I'll say
    Hurts hurts.
Who an' what an' where an' when an' why an' how an'
    Which you bitch
    It hurts.
The false teeth shake an' rattle
    When the slack mouth tittle tattles
    And it hurts.
Kiss the hurt on her Kung Fu tongue
    I come off when she comes on
    That's why we say
    Hurt hurts.
My ears are bleeding
    My stomach's so sore
I slice the hurt off her Kung Fu tongue
    We come off when they come on
    That's why we say
    Hurt hurts.
Hard side
    Tough inside
    She cut you with stiletto style
    Boy, it hurts.
I lick the wound, she tears the eyes
    You scratch her back and she'll claw mine
    That hurts.
My eyes water
    My mouth's so dry
Kiss the hurt off her Kung Fu tongue
    I turn off when you turn on
    Then I might say
    Hoit hoits
    Hurt hurts. 
I was walking down the street
    I was walking down the street with the queen of hearts
    She does the monkey, the polish and the spit,
    I do the all-age favorite the epileptic fit.
    Polo-neck, polo-neck, she don't wear a shirt
    I suppose it's because it disquises the dirt.
    Hey, where are you going with that hat on your head?
    "Down to the graveyard to visit the dead."
    Please don't go
    A worm in one ear and a slug in the other
    It doesn't look like her, are you sure that it's mother?
    Please don't go....now please. 
Put your head between your knees and breathe real deep
    Let it in
    Let it out
    Until it's over.
I might scribble, I might scrawl
    I might claw at the wall
    I might storm and rage and thunder
    Oh Christ but then later
    In the incinerator
    Something inside seems to fall asunder.
I need to scream every now and again
    Try to understand it's only me
    Not only cripples have a need for crutches
    And if they
    Ever take
    You away
    From me........I'd
Fall down....fall down and lie still
    Fall down....moving in for the kill
    Fall down....putting several boots in
    Lie helpless
    God help us
    Our heads up
    We'd scream.
Put your head between your knees and breathe real deep
    Let it in
    Let it out
    Until it's over. 
These are danger days
    What sort of day is this?
    These are troubled times
    D'ya know what time it is?
    There it goes again
    Another gear being slipped
    I must be near the sea
    A single cod n' chips
    A cup of tea for three
    An' 6 including v.a.t.
    Around the rugged rocks
    A round trip there and back
    The helter-skelter's free
    (Don't tell mad Charlie that)
    I'd send a bloody card
    But he'd want a bloody snap.
    I'd stay at home today
    But the world said
    Go man go
    Everybody said
    Go man go
    The local postman said
    Go man go
    Do-do, oy, oy vey.
    I feel so down, so low, too tired to think
    I feel so low, oh no, well what do you think?
    My feet slow down, ah so well, I can't lift my head
    A fevered brow, ho no, think I'll stay here in bed
    Thunder over Tokyo
    Pressure on my eyes
    Hi-fi on their heads
    While they tidy the tides
    Dear Aunti Fifi
    You should see this place
    They'd grow a cushion on your back,
    An' a flu mask on your face
    I'd stay at home today
    but the world said
    Go man go
    In Japanese they said
    Hayacho cho wazza woko
    I heard someone say
    Go man go
    And we went
    Do do oy oy vey. 
Under their thumb
    Kicked and beaten like an angry rabid dog
    Under their thumb
    Squashed and squeezed like a dried-up, rinsed out worm
    You can't do a thing
    Best lie still 'til you wait your turn
    Can't do a thing
    Your day will come
    You're under their thumb
Under their thumb
    And now you feel you're not alone
    Under their thumb
    And now you feel the pressure zone
    You can't do a thing
    Revenge is sweet but it's sugar free
    Can't do a thing
    Your day will come
    Now you're under their thumb 
Chorus:
    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
    While you're sleeping with your whore
    That sharing beds with history
    Is like a-licking 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 dying
    Everywhere I go
    Everywhere I see
    The black and blue uniforms
    Police and priests
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
    I know that tune
    It begs too many questions
    And answers to,
Banana Republic
    Septic Isle
    Suffer in the Screaming sea
    It sounds like dying
    Everywhere I go
    Everywhere I see
    The black and blue uniforms
    Police and priests
The purple and the pinstripe
    Mutely shake their heads
    A silense shrieking volumes
    A violence worse than the condemn
    Stab you in the back yeah
    Laughing in your face
    Glad to see the place again
    It's a pitty nothing's changed
Banana Republic
    Septic Isle
    Suffer in the Screaming sea
    It sounds like dying
    Everywhere I go
    Everywhere I see
    The black and blue uniforms
    Police and priests 
Somewhere up town late last night around 9 o'clock
    There was a black snake crawling up the
    Latin American stairs
    With his
    Slicked
    Black
    Cockroachair
    He was greasy lightning
    He was looking for someone else
    He said "I know you, you know me, heyheylezzosee.....
    I'm in the Mood to Mambo..."
    Yeah Bongo Crazy man.
    Someone else pulled out a gun and said
    "It's a little too late for that sort of thing...
    If you think that you're the white/black snake don't go messing with me...
    I'm not in the mood"
    Somebody else pulled,
    I said "Don't be rude....just say Bongo Crazy man"
    Yah...been there
    Done that
    given every tit-for-tat
    I'm for me
    You're for you
    Let's keep it that way 
    Okay??
Meanwhile
    Later on underneath the river
    Some frogman slipped
    On his black beret
    Over his skin
    Tight rubbersuit.
    Black boots
    Looking for a place to go
    An dive
    Heading for the nearest divers skive
    Looking for love 
    On the cheap rate
    Go!
    Gonna make it down
    with you wan
    D'ja see?
    He said
    "Crazy bongo
    I'm in the Mood to Mambo"
Meanwhile
    We can watch the come
    Dancing competitions
    From the Midlands International Danceband Orchestra.
    Lifting up their frilly chiffon skirts
    They whirled and they twirled
    In the late night rustle
    To the beat of the muscle
    Of the drum man
    Inanin
    he's picking up the beat on the bongo skin
    He was lookin for love underneath that din.
    He was looking for me
    He was looking for you
    Till I walked up to the woman
    And I said
    (with a shoe)
    I'm in the mooooood tooooooo mambo
    Bongo Crazy
sssshhhh....
    Let me into one of the secrets of this place
    Y'see thelate night
    Flick knives
    glitter through the window
    Careful where you go boy
    Those knives are
    Flick 
    Flack
    Flagging through the dark, man
    They're gonna cut
    your
    skin
    I talked to Fr. Murphy and he swore he wouldn't tell
    But some of those boys are gonna go to hell
    See they're in the Mood to Mambo
    Crazy Bongo
    cha cha cha
    The fog horns scream
    And the boys go "Woo Woo"
    I don't mind
    Cos I'm with you
    We go bongo crazy
    Yes we do
    No we don't
    Bongo crazy!!