Gogol Bordello

Gogol Bordello - Your Country songtekst

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Your country raised you 

your country fed you 

And just like any other country 

It will break you 

On front line send you 

Tax the hell out of you 

And just like any other country 

It will lock you up you! 


But unfortunately there'll be no judgement day 

It would be kind of fun to see 

What they would have to say 

When the god they preached 

Would actually be there 

And all who didn't like The Stooges 

Would go to fucking hell! 


What are all these countries 

How did they appear? 

Who cut up the cake? 

Who brought up all this gear? 

Did it have to do anything 

With its people's will? 

I don't know, I don't know 

I don't know my dear... 


But even all the garbage 

they pour over our eyes 

Does not prevent us from living 

Most magical of lifes 


Now it's six in the morning 

I'm down in New Orleans 

Sister paintings on the wall 

They will speak to me 

And up later on we resume salutations 

to the rest of local Tribal Connections
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