The Last Dictator 2-Crime And The City Solution

歌手 : Crime And The City Solution

专辑 : Paradise Discotheque

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:00

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With a manic grin

And a hand carved set of games that no one could win

The angels also provided a wife

To whom he could dictate for life

Well this Eve was like no other

Her last husband she said was her son and her lover

And possibly even also her brother

You could tell that this Eve had been around

From the canyons on her face

Which converged to form an enomous frown

She said she'd rather not hang around

And would just as soon head across

To the quiet side of town

Lay low close to the ground

Till this thing about the apple calmed down

In the end a few undisclosed promises brought her around

And together they moved to his desert town

Where he set about building a seven year clock

And redesigning blinds boxes and blocks

Next day

He called a meeting of those near and dear

And those who would come out of fear

His wife was there

But again she'd been drinking

And appeared at the same time

To be standing and sinking

While those in fear who numbered somewhat more

Kept moving about the floor close to the door

There were some notable absentees

Einstein was gone

His enormous organ

Would never again say 'Guten Morgen'

But at least the remaining crew

Were easy to dictate to

My friends I have assembled you all here today

To pave the way yes pave the way

Toward everlasting peace and equal pay

The man who excuses himself

Accuses himself

I am not that man

I make no excuses

I'm back I'm better

I have fresh funding and a brand new deal

With universal appeal

We're going all the way to the top this time

Only this time we stop on top

Power corrupts

A voice spoke up

On this first day

I suspect this god has feet of clay

Kill that stranger and be quick

I tire of such people they make me sick

Why power is to truth what history is to song

It all depends on what you're looking for

And where you're looking from

And which side you happen to land upon

The explosion was in the suitcase

But the suitcase missed the plane

I find it more comfortable to travel by train

You know what I say is true

And I blame it all upon the color blue

From now on it will be called not green

I think you know how I feel and just what I mean

Just what I mean just what I mean